the soldier who lied still

late one night we walked back from town high on sangria and mojitos the path was dark but we had torches we saw a solider laying on the bridge and stopped i walked up to him he had a bag above his head and he was still i shouted at him hola hola nothing i put my hand on his throat his pulse was strong he's alive we walked on in bed at night i wished i'd left him some water next day we walked the same path in the sunlight the soldier was gone.