A Very Short Story

I loved you then, on the rooftops of Italy, Searchlight epiphany, making love on the balcony with nothing to lose Our luck, it changed after the armistice Letters and letters of love proclamations that I just can't forget Light in the darkest of times, but she married him in the spring Or so did she say, I threw her letters away and I wept in my room for a week Light in the darkest of times, a loving that's hard to forget It was simple and easy, happy, diseaseless, but ended with a sudden goodbye, a sickening goodbye...