Do you notice when I'm sad?
Or do I play the same part
in your day to day?
A constant drip of water
that never collects
anywhere.
I miss you
and
there is nothing to run from,
still I can't sit
until you leave
if you're going to.
There is war
and
there is peace,
both of which are two sides
of the same coin
and will each come eventually
for a while at least.
I won't make a home in either.
I don't see how I can.
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