I once loved a boy. It was a shame
He'd gone just as he learned to call me by my name.
They said it was an ambush on the day
Of the cease-fire. He still got blown away.

For every drop of blood we shed upon the earth
Our souls were squandered for the place of our birth.
And now they come and go and I seem not to care
Since I was brought six thousand miles from there.

But all the friends I ever should have known
Along with every breath, each drop, each stone,
Each part of everything I'll never see
Are infinitely close, as you, my friend, to me.

Juliet Nickels
Email : juliet.nickels@dtn.ntl.com