He is a fighter

But nothing could have prepared him for this.

The inner struggle of a man

That has more loyalty in one finger

Than most have in their entire being.


She smiled as she thought of him

The one and only time

It was permitted to be so.


Unable to think clearly

He enters the battle yet again.

The leaves of orange hue now turn white

Rain soaks the ground

Tears fill her eyes

As moments are lost

To what was

What could be.


Loving a fighter

Like she does

From the depths of everything within her

Made her somehow

Feel more at peace.



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