The Most

I still think about you and I imagine I always will.
I still feel you in my heart and hear you in my head,
things were cross for a while,
I felt your anger, pain, frustration and hate.
But peace is coming between us,
a flame as deep as ours cannot be put out,
it just burns alone on a monument
in Arlington Cemetery where
my past life bodies are buried.

Did you ever come to see,
your husband who's deceased
no more lying in your bed
or caressing your wonderful,
full of magic head.
Your victory garden old and withered,
I always thought,
I always figured,
that one day you
would have been mine.
What a waste of an existence.