NaPoWriMo #2: Under Fire

In the trenches
under fire
the only thing
to cling to is a memory
although vague
while fading quietly
as the rain falls
washing you away

I wish
the pain would leave
instead
If I could bury it
in the trenches
deep
so deep
where it is hard
to feel hurt
question the loss
of one always to cherish

Even as the clearest
memory fades
or the pain subsides
into the fire
consumed
gone
until only
ash remains.