They fought over what later seemed trivia.
And they never made up after the fight.
And when they summoned him to the front line.
He fought with her on mind.
He had hoped to apologize,
The moment he jumped off the flight
Even though he was not in the wrong
Saying sorry would not hurt, right?
She waited for him to come,
He was all over her heart and mind.
She knew she had been wrong.
She was waiting to set it right.
Yes, she would say sorry,
The moment he jumped off the flight.
Wish somebody had told them
That fighting on frontline came with a price.
Home they brought – her warrior dead.
Home he came - basking in valour bright.
Linking with Trifecta : Week Thirty-Eight
It's always too late when you don;t say you're sorry.
ReplyDeletepoignant and well written. bravo
Thank you Lance. I am so glad to hear such encouraging words from you.
DeleteA tragedy, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you for encouraging :)
DeleteVery sad and moving.
ReplyDeleteThank you Carver.
DeleteWhat terrible regrets. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteYeah if only the sorry had come on right time
DeleteThanks Annabelle
Well written, and a good reminder that we should apologize quickly.
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing well!
Blessings,
Marcia
Thank you Marcia for all the kind words.
DeleteYes, I am doing very well and hope the same for you too :)
Regards,
Ruby
Poignant reminder that I'm sorry shouldn't be reserved for the right time.
ReplyDeleteYup, sorry, thank you, love you - they should not be left for later ever.
DeleteThanks so much for linking up this week. What a sad situation. I guess there's something to be said for never going to bed (or to war) angry. Hope to see you back soon.
ReplyDeleteThank you editors
DeleteThe last line is my favourite!
ReplyDeleteThank you Habiba
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