When we met, for you I was longing,
I knew I was rusted, but you gave me belonging
Warmed me like a furnace, fire in my heart,
But when daybreak came, we were forced apart,
You took me back to just seventeen,
Then sickness benign, our love was freeing,
Controlling my mind, a name made by nine,
Homecoming resigned anything of that kind.
One last memory, my personal hell,
Losing Steve Rogers, from the freight car where I fell.
~ J.B.B.
