Pages in the afterglow
folded into the corner of
faded photos mingle
with stale dim loft.
Crumbled borders bare
the face of yesterday.
Voice sadly buried
with collection of debris
bound in yellow ribbons,
surrounded by his
purple heart...
An unsung hero
wipes away the bitter
sighs with the dust
and shudders in silence..
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