I see you-
Over there, waving your arms without a care.
Your eyes alight and smiling full of joy,
Just like you would as a young boy.
We met in the middle,
Weary and scared.
We’re all tired and hungry:
But there’s no bullet flying through the air.
Our sides shake & make a truce,
No roughness or being brutes but being friendly and cool.
We play together and laugh-
Drink & smoke.
I meet your eyes again:
My Christmas friend whose loyalty had bent.
But the next day we wake,
Its all routine once more.
I try and reach you again-
But your body is lying on the floor.