For DH
His boots stuck out from under the sheet
The day’s dirt cracked in the lugs.
Worn leather, worn in his last moments
With no time to unloose the laces before time ran out.
Still.
So very still.
We stood unable to breathe because why should we when he could not?
While his tomorrows ended, ours have not.
And now we are left to live them
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The image of his boots still caked with dirt sticking out from under the sheet is so vivid and devastating.