I love you, I love you, I love you…

 I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely night. You were my Kentucky beauty attempting to slow down a man who could not learn retreat.

False illusions of perfect life blinded me. I learn too late. I was betrayed by my dreams. I had love. I would roam to the small lake and whisper. I love you, I love you, I love you. Secret words fleeing into the gentle breezes.

I told the young couple fighting in a tavern at Fort Lewis. The past is lost. You cannot return to where you are. Better to hold silence and hold on tight.