As I laid down beside you,
this time last year,
I dared to believe the
war
was over;
The final trumpet
for the casualties of love's doomed
youth
played long and low
as i laid to eternal rest
in your
hands
But today,
as I pass our old cottage
memories both yours
and not yours
exhume the ghosts which cursed our dreams
even though we
knew
the lull of war was temporary
just like each time before.
And so this buried man
in heart shaped box
stands tall again
and vows henceforth
to fight the gravity
which dulls my heart.
This time last year
I thought the war was over.
Today, it's a
little closer.
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