November dribbles - 10

She’s not for you. He ran away to war.
She isn’t yours. He kept her face before
His weeping eyes while colleagues died.

He’s not for you. Don’t care she said.
I’ll marry my American she said.
Then he was dead.

So one true love of two survived, and I.

Giving thanks for my grandparents’ love.

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