Maybe he is wiser
than I give him credit for
My love was too much violence
although it was
he who set the fire
reckless,
not knowing
he never wanted it
couldn't contain the flame
didn't see into the future
that it would smolder through
years
years
maybe putting his back to it
is all he had the strength to do
so he
so we
wipe the tears from our eyes
grit in my eye
and look forward
and have no dreams
but remember with awe and shame
the happiness of our youth
and the violence that we do
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