Soldier at the museum

I felt you then I saw you,

didn’t even catch your name.

In moment so much deeper

than days of all my same.

Pass the glass enclosures,

this yesteryear by pane.

Battles, guns and bullets,

trinkets that remain.

I saw you fixed and humbled,

my heart knew all too well…

you stood inside a memory,

your lips would never tell.

I wanted to engage you,

to share a thought or two

but couldn’t find the courage,

for who knows what you’d do.

Glare at me in anger,

as I disturb your thought

or would you just ignore me,

unsure of what I sought.

It’s too late now to do it

and though you’ll never hear.

Inside my still small moment,

I’ll tell you now I care.

I care beyond the camo,

the colors that you wear.

Each moment I was absent,

though you were surely there.

I care that you endured it;

the pain, the loss, the fight.

I thank you for your courage,

beyond my field of sight.

Deo Volente

aka KEC.

June 7, 2014