family, love, Poetry

After

After three flats and four jobs,
countless fights ending in sobs,
drifting apart in space and time,
counting steps yet to climb.

After bad decisions and close calls,
regrets, resets, endless falls,
waiting for that last straw,
from war to peace and back to war.

After empty nights and dull days,
a part of me still says,
after twelve years and kids two,
somehow, still…

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