soon
don’t cry, my lovely one
my flesh, my bone
my beating heart
don’t wail, and flail, and beat your fists against the sky
don’t think of him
don’t remember his lips whispering
warm dreams into your ear
don’t think of days in the fields
grass pressed against your naked back
the sound of him
the weight of him
the scent of cold metal and rust
don’t remember him
“I’ll be home
soon”
