The Soldier
Your lungs have long since been collapsed, your eyes asleep, and your heart dead. Those precious memories now echo--lonely--in my head. We used to share thoughts and create special electricity. Now you lie in your bed of worms and dirt, your face laced with decay. The ring you presented to me all those months ago, still keeps close to my heart, forever locked on a chain. It will never have the company of the other ring, and I find that I will never share the company of another. Any love that I once possessed is now crippled inside of your coffin.
A soldier dies. A woman grieves.
A soldier dies. A woman grieves.