Walk slowly through the rubble of broken stone
The wall came down and broke the silence but words no longer echo against the bricks that lay on this battleground
Memories of this unfamiliar place make it hard for the heart to move legs that that yearn to run fast
False opinions and expectations of hurt make for cloudy skies but the rains that fall from their masses don’t allow flowers to bloom
No longer do the faces in this town smile in the warmth of spring and wait patiently for the sun
My brother speaks of your yesterday like it was a history of violence; despite our freedoms, a war rages on for peace of mind
Where must we travel to lay our swords down and wave this tattered flag?
A sentiment pure, white as pearl
Where do we run now that enemy lines have been drawn?
September winds feel cold as flesh melts off frigid bone
Fear surrounds the heart of the defeated lover and accepts no empathy that is unfamiliar
We become disfigured in our ignorance and wage war on our assumptions
I pray you find peace amongst this horror as loves enemy retreats beneath the frost of pending winter blues
Freshly carved stone reads “here lies the body body of love, survived by grief for the living.”
A single rose laid gently by his gravesite; another apology wilted as your passing season welcomes spring