30 Years Too Late Poem by chris schwartz

My soulmate says "He wants peace for me"
Some kind of peace, anyway.
"There are different kinds of peace, you know."
My mind wanders, and struggles,
Remembering the times
I wished for any kind of peace.
Now, I've learned to manage
The pain,
In ways,
He can't understand.
Warriors, too,
Get tired from battle.
But, my saving grace,
Lies in his arms at night
When I finally fall
Fast asleep.
To me, I have won,
And to him,
He is still fighting.
Heartbreak
Teaches wisdom
From the souls
Who are tired
Re-kindling energy
From hot sparks
Of those who
Still have enough flame
To ignite
The future.