On her midnight drive
she can only think of him
his hand fit so gently into hers
as if they were made
to hold til death
she remembers this song
that held her heart
feeding a yearning
he only can fill
walking back in her mind
her memory paces
to vows promised
he gave her
of love's labor
he will walk through
depths of doom
to be with her soon
his duty calls
a solider platoon
he arms for battle
only a photograph
is the glue
holding him together
he will never forget her
her face tattooed
noone will ever
hold a candle
to her
on this earth
he whispers
©morningsun
M