Running through
The woods
Guns on shoulders
Bombs on sides
The moon shining
Men falling
Marching through
Unknown lands
He calls on last time
“Baby I love you”
“I will find you”
‘I Swear”

She hears
These very words
She tries to call again
But nothing
Just a painful moan
She’s dieing
No chance
To reverse it
She has but only one
Wish
To see
Her love
And hold him
One last time

Harley Morriss

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-break-part-4/