Dead

Rain falls,
my feet
became muddy
as I walk
across the field.
in the
middle,
I fall back
on the ground,
Water pounds me
and cascades
down my face.
Closing my
eyes, I
listen to the
rain.
My own
tears
mix
with the water.
I cry in
pain from
losing my
fiancé.
He had been
shipped to war
The telegram
came today;
he was shot
in enemy territory
while saving the
life
of his commander.
The commander
sent the news
and his sympathy.
My future husband
lay dead in some
far off country
no head stone
to mark his grave.