.1947.

You called me two years after the bombs came

The telephone shuddered

then calmed with your warmth

You said

"I'm long gone baby

Its time to go outside

Dry your eyes and part the clouds

There you'll see me

Proud

Bright

Pure

If you ever see me out

Of the corner of your eye

Slowly turn away

Or you'll start to slowly die

Streaks in the sky & burning buildings

Sealed this man's fate"

I said

"Darling, rest.

You're two years too late

Years & tears & sighs have passed

The least you could do

Is find peace at last"

I cried & cried until I could no more

I then stood up straight and walked out the door

I laid myself down, thinking of the life I shed

I saw you for the last time the next day

And found myself dead