I

With little weight I slipped through incomplete;
a mindful of games, niggling together bunched in a row.

You fired; tears had fallen, seeped into
soiled memories grasping your name, this end game.

Holding close to the loose happenings of our
adventure, our souls locked from far away, away.

Now out alone in the cold, I am out of my mind,
the chipping on the wall comes thundering down,

within the half-inched expectancy, life goes on.

II

I have seen the war,
came through alive with survival far from my mind.
No longer can I disbelieve the one sided story,
blinded by yours, believed mine, followed by the truth.

Houses crumbled to the ground,
traces of smoke gathered high into the sky,
searching flight. Escaping:
children watched to draw on differing views.

III

And so, you left me standing facing myself,
failing through a city of congested dreams.
The blue slated jump, pushed the edge of reason.

You opened up old wounds, on tearing the surface
I let out news, playing to the old tune
of poetry, here on a page for you to see.
As you left quickly like a sunken ship,
my foolish pride crumbled, and to feel you again,
I pushed the door closed, forever.

IV

You gave me an opening of hope,
surrounded me with love.

Blanketed by the fear of loss
I drove the bulldozers into obscurity,

losing all sightings, side-stepping,
left now with the longing.

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