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He had become as cold as the Space
beyond our home,
Beautiful from a distance
but a constant treachery to those
occupied with a lack of gravity.
With the ability to make you
flightless and take your breath,
He had become as lifeless as the
moon.
I would leave Earth in search of
something better,
In hope that I would find love on
Mars.
When the planet accepted me as its own
…
I realized this place was just as
cold,
Alone, fragile.
Words reflected or never reached him
and it was over,
Just like that,
Like nothing happened.
But he wanted to be friends,
I found myself going home on this
thought,
criticizing it,
cursing it.
finally, I surrendered as a casualty
of war
And pretended like it never
happened,
Relaxed at the idea that better
things would come and went on my way.
I would return home as a veteran
with a Purple Heart.
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