Crawling through
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

Adam F. C. Fletcher helps organizations engage people more successfully. Contact him by calling (360) 489-9680 or emailing

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