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six thousand silent days

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I met love in the open † †  
met it at 19 † †  
and didnít know it † †
figured it for easy come easy go † †
watched it live † †  
walked from it † †
year by year † †
by making work matter more † †
than her † †
and watched love die in the dirt † †
unknowing † †
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came home one night to her tears † †
blues songs † †  
ďthereís another manĒ † †
then knew love truly † †  
in the hammerbeat of regret † †
that lasted more years † †
than Iíll ever say aloud † †
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17 years later † †
walked down a pathway † †
to a house in suburbia † †
to meet her again † †
her but not her † †
3 kids † †
her man at work † †
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said hello † †
stepped forward to each other † †
hugged too long † †
stepped back † †
both embarrassed by it † †
caught out † †
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regathered † †
hugged again † †
and welcomed in † †
to meet her youngest † †
a boy † †
to young for school † †
knelt to shake his hand † †
ďgidday manĒ † †
he held my eye † †
and I saw ghosts in him † †
my own children † †
unborn † †
arrived but undelivered † †
because we were young then † †
and people said † †  
it was the right thing to do † †
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so we did it † †
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I stayed kneeling a moment † †
him in front of me † †  
her waist at my side † †
my ear to her † †
almost † †
to that sacred place † †
where saplings grew † †
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stood again † †
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held her † †  
not hugging † †
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we broke apart † †
remembering where we were † †
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got to polite talking † †
sat † †
drank coffee † †
looked at photos on the wall † †
her tribe † †
her man † †
her 17 years † †
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an hour later † †
late for my plane † †
hugged again † †
took every moment of it † †
banked it † †
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will admit I thought things † †
unkind things † †
for a man Iíve never met † †
then shook my head † †
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not my right † †
to think ill † †
of what is † †
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got back in my car † †
straightened my back † †
one wave and gone † †
her stood in the driveway † †
with her boy on her hip † †
that house behind her † †
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paradise † †
maybe † †
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Iím not a man † †
who wrecks homes † †
and know sheís not that kind either † †
so there it stays † †
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wonít be back † †
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they say something about time † †
and healing † †
and wounds † †
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no it doesnít
Written by hemihead (hemi)
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