Not coming home

I'm dying, lost for days, no food or water, I am lost, I wished I never came, forced to go to battle, clashing swords and shields, even though I wanted to be with you. Forced to face death, even though I din't want to. I move in the Cold, I hear whispers of death, I forgot how you looked like, I forgot your touch, I don't remember your name, this is my end, the only thing I wanted. Is to remember how you kissed me. Before I got into the front lines, beggin for your warmth, after seeing death around me, My dear, Please forgive me. I won't be back home, feeling your embrace. Wherever you are.