War Bones

But if we are winning, why am I so afraid? It’s like a foreign object to me. It is but a step away, but so large of a step is it to take. When your climbing down a mountain and you reach you're feet out without seeing your next step, you reach until you feel it, but before you touch it beneath your feet, it seems so very far away. I can reach as far as my heart can go, but this, this I can not feel as though I am winning, no, not when I have already lost you.

The war has all but taken my soul. I am lost beneath the footprints you left behind when you staggered drunk and bloodless with war in your bones. You came home to me empty and I am all alone.

Reviews

[TLK]

I really like the second & last paragraph. It tightens everything from title to the very end, and it has that touch of poetry that makes it Prose Poetry.

One typo, "when your" should be "you're".