PTSD Relationship

Her face faded black,
      In his memory;
He was bruised blue

 “Do you even know what to do?”
“You know it is a danger,
  To take part in this?”

“Yes, I understand the risk.”
Her eyes looked into him
 Why was this memory growing dim?

 

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