Post Traumatic

I stared into her eyes, a golden brown like the edge of the sun

Her arms wrapped around me in a hug

Her tender lips met with mine in a kiss

With her I felt eternal bliss

"Please, don't go," she whispered

But her plea fell on ears that were deaf

To affection

Her arms enveloped a body that was cold and had long been dead

Her eyes stared into a husk of a man that once was

Her lips kissed a mouth that would never again speak

She loved a man who was dead

Killed by the trauma of war

Made a martyr for

An unworthy cause

All's fair in love and war

Against a man who has lost his mind