The Field, Peace Poem by Arthur H Rowley

I was happy then, I think
although it was messy
and the memories it left are fuzzy at best

to kiss you both was to kiss sunlight skin
and to hold your quiet warmth in my hands
to paint myself neutral for once
I was not the villain in the lore of that night
yet in your tales I am no hero

but we kissed
and I felt your love for each other radiate
as though it was for me
as though all you felt for each other was mine as well
as though I was a fragile bird you found in the garden
and decided to nurse back to health together

and sometimes when I'm frightened
I imagine that night as though it were now
fixate on the warmth of your love for each other
and how I, broken wings and all
safe in your hands
truly thought you both may love me