A warm breeze caresses my arm on a quiet summer night All I can see is the area within reach of a single aged lamp post The light claws out like a desperate dying solider dedicated to fight to his last breath The night is too strong an enemy and the light can only stand a meager ground And so here I stand, by myself, a ward of the light As I wait at this stop, with two shadows cast--mine, yours Soon we will board a train out of this war zone where the darkness can no longer fight, can no longer reign where we can forget about battle's lost, and remember only our better times When we would play like a pair of butterflies in the glowing light of the sleepy sun Floating together,we felt light, free of the burdens that later weighed us down We were happy. But, now you must go back to the comfort of your mother's arms, having fought a good fight, we must part. I must go back too, but not before our one last ride away from this cold, dark place. The black is so blinding, I must close my eyes. Now I look, I see a single moth flying, drawn to the flicker of a dying flame My heart sinks, remembering the days I flew alone, searching for you. To those days I must go back, returning as the soldier with battle scars Your memory ingrained on my heart, on my mind, as a bittersweet wound, and always a reminder I must move on and I must go back.