You and I

My hands tremble

wet and hot

Crimson stains my skin

stains the floor.

His chest heaves

His lungs fill with blood

His heart starts to fail

His lips bubble with blood.

Salt water drips down my cheeks

clearing away the grim of battle

I hear muffed screams

I tune the off.

He tries to speak

and fails.

He just tries to breath.

His fingers trace words in the dirt.

I try to keep him alive

I try as hard as I might

It isn't enough.

It didn't take long

He started to mouthing words

but they were silent

But I could hear the words

write in the mud.

"I do not blame you

this is not a fault.

You may have been

right once,

I was the enemy."