There’s something in between.
First. It was you and me in here.
Second. I know there was a distance.
Third. I couldn’t see you anymore
Through the smoke.
I should have known that broken walls
Would leave a world shattered in ruins.
After all,… I had no army to fight for us
Instead of cowering behind a wall. Waiting.
Through the war.
Your instinct told you: Fight or flight.
And I don’t know why I expected you
To stay and fight, knowing you would hurt.
And although I don’t want you to suffer. It cuts
Through my heart.
This is the third and final part of a little series.
First part „In The Smoke“
Second part „Out Of The Smoke“
All parts were inspired by „Poetry 101 Rehab“