Poems from beyond the grave...

Maybe?

It hurts. All the names..all the numbers and areas you are confined to as a human. It hurts to actually feel. But when I feel through memories it burns, it hurts both physically and mentally. It stops when you think of her...her, the only light you think you have. Her light actually illuminates your darkest thoughts. Imagine her going through the tortures of your PTSD imagine her going through the such that has caused the PTSD, whether it be your memory or something else you feel, or even the mental and physical bullying you do to yourself. See her break down. Watch her crumble, knowing if you looked away things would still happen and then you break down knowing she would've died in the ways you did, violated. broken. truly a revolting sight to see, yet you still love her and try to stay sane and stable for her, why? Because you want to protect her from the horrors you have endured. You will protect her, nothing actually matters when you realize. She will die and you will not. You will never die until it is time to come home and even then your realize....she can't come with you....when you see that your husbands soul who has fused with hers to stay alive. He will never be the same. She will never be the same. They will be both and yet neither because no memory shall be kept. No existence of either person will be recorded. It will all be new. Don't fear, they will remember you, hopefully.

how could they not remember you? You saved her life from suicide, you married him back at your true home among the stars. A new soul has the opportunity to make new memories, it is time to forget. Because maybe the will not remember you...