I feel alone, small and fragile,
my red hot salty tears drip,
drip, drip, drip
from my eyelids
down my cheeks
past my parted lips
trickling over my jawbone,
disappearing–

I am alone, delicate and broken,
my old, once red hot tears
have fallen, like brave soldiers–

I am afraid, afraid of solitude,
unaccompanied like those buried
deep beneath the soil we walk upon–

I am terrified, frightened and petrified
to be forgotten, to be lost
to never be wanted like a lost lover,
a lost soldier.