She sits in her chair with life’s light in her eyes,
Lower body unable but a heart that’s alive.
Brain full of fire not so long ago,but where did her legs go?
They were taken out by the fierce force of enemy fire.
He sits in his chair, the one without wheels,
With a brain turning somersaults, head over heels.
He wasn’t injured, but disturbance was deep, as he bore witness to memories deep.
He drowns in the images in his mind’s eye.
She cries for him, as a gentleman lost.
He cries over her cos, he never stops crying.
They once were a couple, so loyal and true.
Remnants of war made both of them bleed.