For most of recent life I’ve worn armor,
To protect from bullets and blast,
While in the service and with the force,
Until the danger passed.
The armor then would be removed,
Until the next shift or fray,
Hung in a locker or stowed with my gear,
Ready no matter the day.
You got it.
Whatever you need.
I can’t read your mind.
Guess I missed your subtlety.
Thank Heaven for Tumblr.
So our hearts can have this conversation.