t’was war as we knew it
a thousand fears in a jar
labelled ‘eau de thè’
a cloud blown over our heads by no man's wind
and still turned the world that we knew
and all that you were
your wrist
tossing a thousand pancakes
your lips
blowing a thousand kisses in a row
your nights
holding my silhouette
amongst a thousand faces
I have no more use for this shield
or this sword
whoever gave them to me
can take them back
I hold myself hostage to
a thousand years of peace
the coffee will taste the same
the blue chair she sat in
will stay blue
her PC screen – darkened for a while
her pictures – gone
people will chit chat in lower voices about the same things
money/hair/kids/grit/turkeys
the delivery boy will bring the mail
at 11:00 AM sharp
babies will cry until their mothers will feed them
mothers will moan until their babies turn will come
some managers will keep planning targets
some employees will keep ignoring them
some will loose a key from their drawers
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