Cemetery Drive
Beth graced her hand over the cold cemetery stones as she walked solemnly down the long rows. This is where they'd come when they were younger. Reckless teens, once upon a time. Now, not so much. She remembered those times though. Sneaking out at night to go to parties. He'd loved the taste of beer, and she loved the smell, though the drink she never cared for.
Laughing and hollering, Beth and Ludwig ran into the cemetery after pulling some prank with Gilbert, who'd passed out at the party. The two fell over, neither able to stand straight after the doses of alcohol they'd both consumed. Using each other as props, and the gravestones as support, they failed in an attempt to stand. Beth landing on top of him and the two laughing drunk. To dazed to stand, they leaned against the cold stone, a stupid smile plastered on Beth's face.
"What?" Ludwig questioned.
"Oh, nothing," She breathed, closing her eyes slowly.
"Of course there is," He laughed. Beth laughed also in response.
Her eyes fluttered open when she felt his lips press hard against hers and soon found herself kissing him back. Her figures burying themselves in his now messy blond hair.
This night, walk the dead
In a solitary style
And crash the cemetery gates.
In the dress your husband hates
Way down, mark the grave
Where the search lights find us
Drinking by the mausoleum door
And they found you on the bathroom floor
Tears slowly began to roll down Beth's cheeks as she stopped at the marker. Going down on her knees slowly placing the bundle of Knapweed's across the grassy grave. Vibrant blue and pink flowers, almost glowing through her tear fogged eyes.
He'd gone to war. For what reason, she still didn't understand, but she never imagined it would be the last she'd see of him.
"Please come back," Beth whispered.
Ludwig nodded, "I miss you already."
"I can't wait," Her arms wrapped around his waist as he pulled her close. His large form almost making her small frame disappear in his grasp. She felt safe with him.
Turning from her, Ludwig walked away, joining the many German troops that were to be sent off to battle. Pride in each of their minds, and pain in each of their hearts.
Back home, off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying (are you there at all?)
If you want I'll keep on crying (do you care at all?)
Did you get what you deserve? (are you there at all?)
Is this what you always want me for?
She wanted to hate him, for not returning as promised. But no matter what she told herself, she couldn't. She loved him still, even if he'd never be back in her arms. If they'd never have a family. Or share the same love they once did. She couldn't forget him.
Beth wanted for feel proud, but all she could muster was sorrow and agony. And still, she was proud of him. For his strength and courage. For everything he stood for and more. She loved him, and she would always be proud, even if he would never know it again.
A tear brushed her hand, sliding down her figures into the soft soil below, sitting in front of the stone.
"I miss you too," She whispered, her voice barely breaking her tears, "I love you."
I miss you, I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard