I was told that
the soldiers outside my door
do more before 7am
than I do in a day.
But if I wake
at 6:59am
and caress your lips
and the hollows of your aching ribs,
and the weak pulses of your beating heart,
as you lie dying in my arms
with the same love that I show to
the flowers,
then I have done enough
for an entire day,
and have killed no one in the process.