I used to have dreams
about you, you know.
Dreams that smell of blood
and revenge. I butchered
you with a sharp blade
until you gazed into my eyes
and turned blue. Many times.
I thought I would never forget it,
those ten seconds of lost breath.
Your hands still creep around my
neck and squeeze hard.
Yes, my body remembers.
But thing is, war teaches you
to be human. I've tasted death that
I learnt to protect others from it.
I know the pain. I can't let
it happen even to my worst enemy.
When I dream about you now,
you're faraway from me, tied,
unable to reach me, and I'm on
my way home.
