Nights Like These

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Love Song

I want to shout into the night that I love you but I don’t,
not really,
not anymore.

It is just a memory of holding your hand and kissing your lips that reminds me of what beauty is and what awe was,

And this memory comes on nights like this
when Death is both echo,
and prophecy,

and you are what keeps me alive until morning.

Joseph Hall

Joseph Hall

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I like long walks through the Afghan mountains and long drives through the Iraqi nights.

I’ve been a medic in the US Army, a police officer, a Border Patrol Agent, an Air Marshal, and an armoured fighter in the SCA.

I’m a man like you, a creator and a father, a student and a teacher, trying to earn the mantle of Warrior-Poet.

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