like these

there are days

like these

when I miss you

in every breath

all thoughts turning to you

each second a picture

missing your face

wishing deep

we might meet

in a field of green

where poppies are yet to grow

that you might

look at me again

hold a conversation

without

knives

hate

guns & ammunition

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