as I read your message I realise
I don’t know how to come home
to you; the roads I have used before
are too safe. I forget to see where you are
and always meet you three doors away
from the house I know to be ours
the route may take me longer
as I arrive cross country
scarred and unshaven
smiling in a torn coat
understanding that love
is no more than a wound
from which we never recover
as I read your message I realise
I don’t know how to come home
to you.
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