Life For The Living, Nothing More!

he lies awake, the room cold and dark.... except for moonlight pouring through the curtainless window.... she lies naked, wrapped into every pore of him, their breath hanging like small clouds. the smell of love and woodsmoke, the heartbeat of silence resonates off bare walls.... no money, little food, tomorrow to look for work......always tomorrow! the sound of gunfire, and children's voices haunt the back of memory forgotten..... they called it history, the great change.... maybe just looking to fill the pot! but for now just now, the moment stolen and precious.... life for the living, nothing more. he turned and wiped the hair from her face.... prayed the minutes would be slow, watching her sleep!