Savior Poem by NoName Unidentified

Savior



The breeze was swift,
and very warm
It made me think,
of what was torn.

You mended what was ripped apart,
and with that, I gave you my heart.

Your name, that was mostly unknown,
is now engraved in porcelain stone.

I was your savor, as you were mine.
You'd make me smile and my heart shine.

You are not dead,
nor are you here
but in a way, you disappeared.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a poem about a woman who was going through a tough time in life, but then she met someone and he saved her life by being there for her. He was a drug addict, but she helped him quit and he decided to go to war. There he became MIA. Because of that, his name is on that thing where all the deceased soldier's name are (I have no idea what it's called) and she said his name was mostly unknown, because it is just like most of those names are that are on the stone. So basically I made this story for anyone who has lost someone because they were trying to help our country or anyone else's country.
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