You didn't look scared.
I looked into your eyes,
and it struck me
how young you are.
You couldn't be much older than me.
You are the stars and stripes,
the blood sweat, and tears.
I wanted to say something,
so we could be alone together.
Because I wanted a friend and thought
maybe, you wanted one too.
But I didn't.
And I'm sitting in this tunnel,
thanking you without you knowing it,
for being braver than me.
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