Fare thee well

Fare thee well

It’s been a long battle, and

I thought we could be more than comrades wearing the same scars and

the same little memorandum on our forehead

saying we have lost.

Fare thee well

It’s been a long war.

A meaningless, gruesome war

where you grow on your comrades’ corpses

and there’s nothing else you can do

but to wonder when it will be your turn to fall down.

Really, fare thee well.

Go on home. The war is over.

And I heard that we have always been on the losing side.

But what does it matter?

You leave without a turn of the shoulders and in the torrent of rain,

I wonder if you cry.

I don’t know what to say, except that I hope you find it now:

your happiness and your wishes;

your dreams and your hopes;

because who else are out there in the darken field

but us two?

Fare thee well, fare thee well.

It’s been a long battle, and now

let’s go on home.