Needing a map

The philosophy and otherwise irrelevant ramblings of a struggling poet.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

They never understood why I cried
After all, it was over and
He was home.
Standing, watching, shaking their heads
Lying cross armed
The circle of glass shattered
Looking out in a rain I never felt
Hearing voices I knew and never met.
They never understood why I laughed
After all he was
Gone

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