You sit across the room,
The dust had gathered between
Old attic space between us.
The only survivors in sight
A family of dust bunnies,
moving around land mines.
The sun coming in behind you,
Catching you hair in golden flame,
Leaving only the darkest parts of you.
Your shadow stretching across
The open battle field,
Blood long rusted in the floor boards.
The glimpses of old conversation,
Stuck between your teeth as you smile,
Baring your teeth with a sick sweetness.
We don't speak,
We haven't in a long time,
Maybe that's why the war stopped.
The plains of broken down boxes
Filled with shattered picture frames,
The only ruins left of battle.
Bodies in the form of regretted words,
Mass graves of promises,
Last words written in red ink.
When the first nuke dropped,
We both knew it was over,
But we never knew who won.
No name attached to the bomb,
No victories proudly flaunted,
No soldiers left to bring home.
So we sit in empty space,
No words across these graves,
Our own long covered over.
STAI LEGGENDO
Primary Second Thoughts
PoesiaA collection of poems and thoughts by someone who is a female human being, with morals, opinions, flaws, favorites, dislikes, likes, loves, hates, fears, obsessions, and everything that makes a human a human. She tries her best to make you feel some...
