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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There are some things, we will never forget .... the sound of a phone call, still rings in my ears squeezing my chest.....squeezing my chest... A sun sinking low, into the west along with my heart under a blood-crested sky as we drove into the wedge of dusk on the edge of our seats in a frozen state on that icy slope I was holding my breath in the liquid silence coping........not coping engaging in warfare of knowing, without really knowing how to hope, ...or what to hope for but deep down already knowing, the war was over... my torso was rocking without my control......forward and backwards a life of it's own a balm for raw nerves, I couldn't calm down something to do, something to do knowing, but not knowing be hopeful, or be resigned? coping? not well ...knowing, but not knowing yet, somehow fearing the war was over.... - on that night that would change all... he clung to the wheel......I clung to the seat we clung to our prayers, but what was done, will be done... what is gone.....will be gone as we drove into the wedge of night watching the moon replace the sun without remorse we stayed on course, without a word between us said but a slither of light on the horizon filling my head with visions of birds on the wing flying into the clouds like a sign as a shroud taking my eyes taking my hope taking the doubt taking instead my own resistance to what I already knew it all meant what was done....will be done what is gone....will be gone losing hope....is losing hope the war was over... what is left we must accept _________________________________
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