Thursday, March 01, 2012

Remember

Remember
the smell of her soft, warm skin,
the scatter of her long hair
turned golden by the sun's early rays
through the grimy windows.

Remember
this moment,
when you two lay side-by-side,
as one, in the place
where last night you lay entwined,
enraptured.

Remember
this peace,
for tomorrow you lie alone
in the trenches.
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