The wind in the branches
interrupted their dreams.
They held each other tight
as midnight creatures
prowled beyond the walls,
as discreet as the secrets
we never share.
About The Author
Eric Stephenson
Eric Stephenson served in Alpha Company, 2/75th Ranger Battalion from 1982 to 1987. He has taught English at various colleges and universities since 1998 and is the publisher and editor-in-chief of US Represented, as well as a contributing writer.
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