Drive
the hour glass
Pounding white lines into tears
As he screams .. I whisper ...
God help me...
There's a soldier.
Lost inside me.
Buried under someones memories
I pull over
Black streams to puddles
beauty fades to your fingers
thrown in an ocean
One man's loss
One man's treasure
Blood was spilled for me..
He whispers back...
Half cocked smile
I get back in the car
He says nothing can take my place.
I whisper,
I feel you.
The phone rings...
My stomach
aches,
Voicemail.
Live by clarity.
He screams he never loved me...
God are you there?
He answers..
I love you....
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