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Meg often told Josh
to try to be less reckless
but Josh had panache
when dealing with dangerous
too often being feckless

since days of sixth grade
their hands often intertwined
Meg and Josh displayed
how their main wants were aligned
though to harm Josh was purblind

Meg off to college
while Josh acquired war knowledge
strife without stoppage
where fears must be acknowledged
sympathy soon abolished

is no safe return
for what's lost along the way
only time to burn
no matter what others say
may come no brighter new day

when Twin Towers fell
Josh had rushed off to enlist
Meg's life went to hell
Josh’s words now like a hard fist
boy she'd known didn't exist

the world keeps turning
no matter how hard we pray
or strength of yearning
for that which was yesterday
tomorrow can be stone gray

forward observer
to Afghanistan he's sent
his own preserver
living in wind torn pup tent
letters described his descent

first months Meg worried
next mission Josh would be dead
their future buried
Josh's letters fill her with dread
terror lies in what's now read

tis time which smolders
forever change is churning
both growing older
with each thing Meg is learning
worry won't stop time burning

hold tight to your soul
into the void it may go
longing digs deep holes
upsetting the status quo
mixing up who's friend and foe

tick-tock does not stop
until tense mainsprings unwind
now their ball shall drop
just before ties will them bind
leaving little peace of mind

what scares Meg most
not if Josh is still alive
with return now close
Meg's uncertain she'll survive
what's become a nosedive

measuring last breathes
some things become worse than death
stolen by time's thieves
what we still want to believe
before we can start to grieve

dreading Josh's return
Meg would now prefer to hide
only time to burn
their fate's unwilling new bride
now caught on the same strange ride

only time to burn
while human emotions churn
withal yet we yearn
our ought-to-bes make downturns
changes cannot be returned
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