A fallen soldier
All in the name of freedom
The ultimate price
Gone, but never forgotten
Dry your teary eyes
Let the memory live on
Forever in time
Carried in our hearts and souls
A heroic death

Why do songs about lost love
Always bring to mind your face
Every wistful tune
Filling my mouth with your taste

Your memory sneaking from my radio
Making me think again
Why didn't I take a different road
Why wasn't I a better friend

My speakers filled with tunes
I could swear you wrote
Highlighting all my wrongs

Now sing me into misery
While your memory haunts me in song

I think
about him
too much. I know
he doesn't think
about me.

And how simple
it was
for me
to fall. And how easy
it was
for him
to get up and get on.

I think,
when I see him,
I think more than I've ever thought
about him, or them,
or anyone.

I think
two people
alone
is better than one-- that two
scars can bleed as much as one-- that
words run hot from the sink to drown out the sun--I think.

How easy it is to say one
thousand words and, still, never quite
enough.

I am a work in progress
And each day I chip away
at who I was
and begin to reveal
who I am
I have started a
revolution within my
bones that has pushed
me to my limits
I have shaken the foundation
of my beliefs and have
shouted in the face of my
insecurities
Though I will never
be perfect
I will be
true to my nature

You pretend to zip your lips like
there's even a secret to spill,
as if i couldn't pry open
your mouth like a four
day old rusty paper-
clip
off an
empty
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