Coming Home
i remember coming home
under the weight of fate’s hammer
one nail already in your coffin
the bell had rung loud and clear
announcing the last round
i brought you home
my precious love
what was left of you
i brought you home
where you belonged
not sure how anything would play out
time a blur nothing certain except
we knew it was the last scene of the final act
but as best we could dammit each moment
would be one by one preciously savored
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on April 30, 2021 for contest OPEN POETRY 4 sponsored by CHARLOTTE PUDDIFOOT
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