The Only Thing Between Us 

Complacently, the unraked orchard leaves
conceal the grass. How tenderly a tool
abandoned by your touch, now leans and grieves;
your quietness remains. I am a fool
to hear your voice just underneath the gate
with rusting hinge. Our animals all stare
at me, anticipating more. The weight
and measure of an empty room can glare
unkindly back. Acquainted well with tears,
the face of courage wears a brave disguise.
Experience has disciplined my fears
like soldiers drill. Forgetting sad goodbyes
when evening comes and day is in the drawer,
the only thing between us is a war.


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