war – ing – Sonuga

WAR
October 20, 2012

They don’t teach you
about love
during a war
so when
he comes to you
with tired eyes
and a broken smile
your hands trace
his mud stained face
you let him whisper
a strange language
into your belly
and cling to you
like home
when he cries
in his sleep
They don’t teach you
about becoming a woman
in the midst
of a revolution
So when he leaves
you spend nights
watching the moon
wondering if the
crimson tides
it brought you
reminded him
too much
of dying