Poems of friends

March 5th

Words. Tears that cut the heart and burn the soul.
You. My sweet, my rock, my true love.
Me. Your moon, your soldier, your destruction that neither of us planned.

Love feels wrong now
It feels long somehow.
Feels as if nothing is right,
Oh how much I want to fight,
For you
Battle any creatures of the night for you.
Do my job-protect you.
For you. Everything I did and some of the things I do now.
It's for you.
My heart has hope where my mind can't cope.
My soul is mending.
March is over, May has arrived.
Sometimes I wonder how I survived.
The 7th was my day and you texted just to say "Happy Birthday"
And that was my favorite gift.
Someday I'll brave this rift, this river, this ocean, the canyon, this border.
And I'll take your hand again. And the birds will sing,

As I pull out a ring