Crawling through
trenches
I found the corpse
of our love
among the bodies
Its hard to be a secret agent here
at the end of our war
Wrapped in bandages
my head heavy
I’d seen friends
fall from the bullets
of our battles
No more secret signals, hidden messages, or encrypted notes
at the end of our war
Flying quickly past
my head
Rounds wizzed
like acid rain
burning skin
Bowing to international pressure, there was no agreement
at the end of our war
I stood to face
my enemy
Who was my friend
My lover, to whom
I said goodbye.
I still loved you
at the end of our war
Adam F.C. Fletcher 