In Our Wake

The calm after our storm

Is always a little disconcerting

Even if no hurting is present.

But, brave enough to wade

Through the rubble -

         The puddles of leaked out promises -

Will learn us

A lesson.

Far be it for me to say

I'm sad it's all over,

         Because I'm not;

The air's just peculiar

Right now,

And I can't really tell

Where my next breath belongs.

But a guilty sense of liberation -

         The temptation to dance

         In the wake

         Of our fractured song -

Pours over me.

And it feels kind of wrong.

But what do I know


There's no hug to come home to.

         And good,

Cause I'm tired

Of wanting your love.

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