Who
are you?
You...who I lived with,
slept with,
ate with, walked with.
You...who I feared with,
who I comforted,
who comforted me;
a brother, a friend?
More than that;
I cannot say the words.
There are no words to say.
Who are you?
You...who I cried for,
who cried for me;
who I cradled
and was cradled by.
You...who I'd never known
before,
who I'll never know again;
you...who I loved,
through the stink,
death and toil of war.
You, whose face blurs
as memory falters.
You...who lives inside me
...even now.
By: John Kent