A love

I love you
to leave you
to crush you
to create you
i find solidarity
in our silence
we sit back to back
never seeing one another
folding in to find a breath
a depth
of hope
dig cicerns
for whomever it may concern
to catch fresh water
and rose petals
but a gun’s in a glove compartment
draw it out to size up
but it will not bring any more comfort
the measure of a man is not in his gun
but in laying down his arms and
our fellow men

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