I wonder what you thought that day
were you sad?
were there tears to match mine
across the space of an ocean?
or were you happy,
eager to serve your country
even if it was to the end?
I couldn’t know
I didn’t but I felt it
the bullet piercing two hearts
I hope you were happy,
that you had read my letter that last night
smiled at the spicy things I wrote
slept with it under your pillow like the others
I hope it didn’t hurt
that an angel didn’t let you go alone
I wish I was there with you
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Camillia Simonds
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