Mine

He was mine

And they took him away.

They’ve already forgotten about me,

About him.

A flash of army green

A spark of fire

The sizzle of sand

He was gone,

They took him to a place of war

Of death.

But I’ve already forgiven them.

And I’ll never stop waiting for him.

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