Essential Mercy

dying boys need to fall in love
drive to the beach
go to the carnival
win her the prize

hold a hand
wish on a star
remember that sweet smile

someone may be dreaming of you now
as you sit in the morning light
drinking your coffee
twisting your ring
putting on lipstick

in the trenches
he envisions the one
he left behind
wishes her well
keeps her close
till all is dim

love,
desperate
death-mocking
love,
turns a girl
into someone's angel