He made a vow of marriage
Before he got on the train
Little did I know he'd never return
And I would be filled with pain

I sat at my desk pondering
I thought about this harsh war
Receiving a surprising note (from the future)
Showing what would be in store

It said how my soldier love
Would die on July third
I quickly took a carriage
My father's voice was the last I heard

I got upon the mighty train
I was filled with an ultimate fear
To Gettysburg I fled quickly
I didn't know what I'd find there

Upon a blood-stained sheet
He lay there, his eyes closed
Then he opened them and looked at me
"I promised to marry you," he said as he arose

"It's okay," I whispered to him
There he lay back down
He beckoned to me with death in his eyes
A poem I recited, trying to contain a soft sound

In his last moments of life
I was too late, I knew
His heart stopped as I kissed his lips
All I could say was, "Never to lose you."
� January 1, 2000