I wrote this a long time ago. I have no idea where I got it from.

Wartorn

She knelt down, disbelieving
the blood that stained the soil
red
in the night the smell of
gunfire
still hadn't gone
a low moan of mourning
rises
from their souls
he must leave
torn apart
like nothing else was there...
she held him
while the two cried,
knowing their time was
gone:
and as the last breath
escaped his lips
he whispered the
words
I love you
she'll never forget
the piece he took with him,
the piece of her,
the words he took with him
to heaven.

tears mingled with blood
and the smell of smoke
faded
in the night.