If you were a song I haven't written,
I anticipate the day I can sing it ...
For the clanks of a pan,
a simple rhythm.
Cannot compare,
To your intricate pictures
Of a simple smile
Warming my heart.

It rips me apart,
Throwing me off track,
But it feels like I can
Breathe again.

My love, my dear, though you may not love me today.

Maybe you will, someday.

Across the seas,
where you once breathed,
Is where you left your body.

Some in water, some on land,
Some buried in Belgium's grounds.

British soil beneath my feet,
Your brother's return is why I'm here,
We sunk, we fought and exist today.

Thank you, for everything.

You're warm, I like that.
I see you so focused,
at blissful distractions.

If you keep writing the worlds,
you build steadily on truth,
I do hope that people...

Become more like you.