I lived a thousand times
between that breath and this sigh,
between the first touch
and the final goodbye,
between childhood innocence
and the birth of a conscience,
between the opening salvo
and the last act of war,
between the fast and the feast,
between the wants and the needs,
between the victories and the not quite,
between the capture and the conquer,
between the blinding void of fear
and the blinking of awakened eyes,
between the blood-letting and the bandages,
between the time spent in fields of freedom
and the moments lost drifting through chaos,
between the rights and the wrongs,
between the tears and the songs,
between the hopes and the dreams,
between the space of each shifting scene.