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just for a while
there's a booth in the corner
(though the café is now gone
another casualty of the times)
I want be there
leaning on that table
legs tucked under my behind
relaxed
nursing a Long Beach Iced Tea
talking about nothing
no masks or make believe
conversation or quiet
laughing in awkward silence
no false smiles or bravado
nothing crazy...wait, what am I saying
fuck that
just being me
walking wounded resting for a spell
pay it no mind if my voice trembles
breaking unexpectedly
it does that sometimes now when I speak
it's the result of seeing so many moments
once thought to linger
today they're only memories
they sneak up & hover
like phantoms drifting by
I pause out of respect & lower my head
truth is I've forgotten how to be correct
I need to be myself for a spell
no more & no less
with else someone who understands
emotions are heightened
and not easy to disconnect
can't we gather together
damaged warriors without armor
battered but kickin' nonetheless
before we head back out to the fight
I really need to feel normal
but I no longer know how
maybe not broken
but fractured to hell
have a drink on me
let's sit for a while
Copyright @ Willow. All rights reserved
Published 16th Aug 2023
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16th Aug 2023 2:52pm
I'll serve you a drink and listen to your heart, but my battlefield days are long over! I do love the imagery of "Warriors without armor". Only when we lay it down do we realize how heavy it was to bear.
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