An Olive Branch
When did we stop
getting each other;
Did my grief
and your grief
Mix into
a thief
Who stole away
in the night
Taking everything
that was right
About you and me
The way we could
see and feel
My mind says
it was real.
Don't fail me
with rejection
again
Dejection
like rain
Just one more
one more
sandwich
Make it ham,
For the picnic.
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