Lest we forget . . .

First evening I’m alone,
sitting and writing you a letter
about all the things that were
all that happened exactly

letters show up on the wall
I’m your fear, nice to meet you
the figures enjoy playing
moving in the empty, empty house

And you, you don’t know how hard
I tried to keep it from you
all the nightmares
screams and blood on the uniform
you, you don’t understand how much
I’m not who I was
images appear from that night
tears, and pain of warriors