My most recent venture into poetry via Battlestar Galactica, or as Emily likes to call it, Saddlebar Galactica.
For Dee...
Why did she do it?
How could she not?
Tomorrow became a wasted yesterday—
not this woman's treasure—
So how could she not choose to indulge
in smiles made possible with each shot
of joy infused in his kiss?
Why not reclaim those wasted moments,
kiss her thanks to the one who's seen it all—
been her all?
And when she hung her hopes up
with her diamond ring and dog tags, safe
within her soldier's locker,
it was with a happy heart's
simple song for the moment
that she pulled the trigger:
hanging on to that feeling
as long as she could.
1 comment:
I keep thinking about how to properly convey my feelings about this.
We've already discussed my opinions about poetry so you know I feel.
But to say that I really liked this is under doing it. The more and more that times I watch her do it, the more emotionally heart breaking it is. You summed it up a little too well. So... ya know, well done.
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