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