War hero they whisper as she passes by
But none of them will look her in the eye
Dust thickens over her cavalier
Prayers sent never heal her scar
Boots and worries stored away
But she has trouble facing any day
Isolation her only companion
Food and love the outskirts of famine
Skeleton of bones for the fallen
She gave her love to him she was all in
But his flame was for another
So scars of war she did suffer

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’m not his twin flame, I’m not even his spark, so just let me die in the dark, where he never calls my name…