Slow sorrow

Somewhere

In between

The fields

Of smoke

And ash

Cities

Bombed into remains

——

He saw the sunrise

——

He wondered how

We seek perfection

Like a destination

Where

We will finally

Be able to do

To

Be the thing we desire

Out there

Where there is no evil

no wounds

No broken places

No slow sorrow

——-

He checked his bandage

Someone called out his name

——

It was snowing

——

Surely

Surely we must be strong enough

Even in the broken places

To love

To love

To love

Today

-E

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