Kaji, I love you,
Really,
She tells him,
Knowing fully
one of them doesn't
have a next time.
He stares
blankly at her,
and blinks,
slowly,
thinking,
knowing,
knowing well
he wont be around
for long.
He embraces her
and sobs
on her shoulders,
that brave soldier.
I know I don't understand poems, but this began as a several paragraphs of non-prose, until I realized it was a poem in its soul.