Even as  I write this, I think of you.
Standing beside me.
Kneeling beside me.
But you're gone.

From where did we part?
From when?
I see you across the room.
It isn't you.

Soldiers carry on.
You didn't say.
We're not together.
No way.

Then one day we are holding hands.
It's a private moment.
For no one else.
Ever.

Locked in a tandem.
Reversed.  Eliminated.
Reversed.