The past 3 weeks have been a country song or Irish tune drunks play on repeat on the jukebox whilst everyone is having a good time
I would be lying if I said I did not see any of it coming but there are only certain types of trips to pack for in all sadness and reality
hiding on a vacation did not help one bit,sprained an ankle and my nerves in the process of running away
come back to the war at home
The trenches over run dug in for the long haul
flooded with the downpour of bullshit rain
old emotions dealing bad hands to the house
tired of the constant learning process of letting go
it’s one thing I have become quite good at with a wink of the eye
whoever said time heals wounds had a cheap dime store watch
and never had me in mind


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