On a Battlefield Nearby

[gettinotterhere]

Don't take my actions to be
over dramatic,
you should know by now
that's just our style.
But we are falling like soldiers tonight.
Under an indigo sky,
our blood pooling,
and a drawn out battle between
what we want and what is good for us.
We can't survive like this.
Powerless and speechless,
our voices ripped from our throats,
so we just lay with cold dirt to our backs.
The silence of the night is offset with outcries, though I think they must only
be in my mind, for my ears have not
heard your voice in quite some time.
Somehow, that makes tonight easier.
The night warms, the darkest hour over,
and the sky steps closer to a more pale hue.
The dampness of the night overwhelms me
and I finally get up. 
I see your body next to where I used to lay,
and regret mingles with relative emotions, but it somehow doesn't matter
as I free myself to walk away
into the morning sky.
A step away, not taken in anger,
but as I leave, the wind carries my whisper,
said as much to you as to myself,
"Though it may not matter, I do this
because I love you."