This

The hours have turned to days

yet it seems like years since you & I

first laid claim to this.

 

Pain’s battered down your door

& love had turned her head;, you

forgot what you’d been fighting for.

 

The summer’s almost done but

kisses warm these autumn winds

& tangled in the tears is laughter

 

the sheer absurdity of this.

 

You fell upon your knees

your guts spilled out across

a foreign floor

 

but now the bells ring out the time

the time to bandage all our wounds

turn our head to ocean

 

dream upon the sky

the time is now

to honour this.

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