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.