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

Published by Adam

For almost two decades, Adam F. C. Fletcher has led international outreach focused on engaging people successfully. Working with thousands of youth-serving nonprofits, K-12 schools, government agencies, international NGOs and other organizations around the world, his work spans the fields of education, public health, economic development and social services, and includes professional development, public speaking, publishing, social media and more. He founded the Freechild Institute for Youth Engagement, SoundOut and CommonAction, as well as writing more than 50 publications and 500 articles. He has also established 150-plus community empowerment projects.

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