Side by side we were bullet proof, then the bomb went off and blew the roof.
My armour shattered and I was in the world alone, bare feet on concrete, well outside the green zone.
Waiting for the cracking of my bones, because look what’s it’s come to, hand on phone…
…world war three in my head, as I hear the dial tone… But I know you’re already gone, nothing more than a memory of love and song.
D October 2018