10th of April

 

I look over

every night,

at the place I fought

my hardest fight

and lost.

 

I look over

at the site,

sad tears filling my eyes.

Wishing for you to be

shadowed there,

walking over to me.

Wishing

that it wouldn't be

my final memory.

Wishing that we

could have had

many more stories.

 

I still feel that dread.

Knowing the worse

but hoping

and praying

I'd be able

to stem time

in its stead.

I couldn't.

No one could.

Time moves like a flood.

it washes away the past

and with it the good.

 

It was never a fight

that could be won

and not one

that should fall

to the hands of a son.

But it did.

And I'm glad

I can say

I fought

with all I had to give

that sad day.

 

 

 

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