They Felt Like Coming Home After The War
Unless there is a form of disconnect,
I suspect my distance would not let
you get the best of me.
Ringing piano notes bringing
steady wars, brewing
endless hopes.
Warm eyes glistening,
could not listen
as well as they could blink.
Cold fingers slipped
into mine, were not as
harmless as you’d think.
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