Long Distance Winner

I'm beginning to think maybe there's something admirable about the ones with hearts that don't heal. Like soldiers on long deployment. They're committed to the war but can't explain the cause. And they can't go home until there is a declared winner.

I recollect through pictures to pine; to get what I gave back. Your face was good for a photograph. We were the good ones, who loved, each part, every heart. I love all of who I am and can kill for opportunity to enter whole into a love like that which I possess as I will never be the same again.



You gave me false love. I gave you an hour.