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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
Except
There's no hug to come home to.
And good,
Cause I'm tired
Of wanting your love.
