I went to war My Love

I’m back or you are

Where we left space immediate

With my bandaged head and my shrapnel shame

Walking wounded

You see my eyes closed

Can’t share with you those shapes those lights

Or what I fell through heavy on my own

Facing forward

While you were gone friend

I marched to war with demons you don’t know

And battled with less stoicism than need

Bleeding plenty

Now you’re back and here

I cannot share with you the failure or the courage

Which led the charge through a thousand

Traitor Treasures

My gaze blank and difficult

With a veneer of pleasantry and affection tempered

By the memory I fail to share with you or with your

Failed attendance

I went to war my love

I bled and caught the bloodspill along my bitten tongue

Of casualties you cannot know in combat

All unmoved (removed)

Angela Sidoti © 2011

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