War Veteran
snow on
the ground
ice cold
a numbness
takes over
the body is gone
but still breathing
the heart outside itself
still beating
the mind is lost
in time
not in the present
but the past
it chapters back
through the stacks
to that line
that beautiful line
you wrote in that letter
that made the snow
melt
it was summer
in the winter
of that year
or was it winter
in the summer
or was it spring
when it felt like fall
was morning night
or night morning
when there’s too much pain
the mind escapes
seamlessly
the way clouds move
against the shade
of blue
the bluest blue
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