homecoming

(I don't write this in bitterness; far from it. This is observational.)

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sanctuary once with soft bed

homecoming now turned to dread

we both wait

who first drops dead

is it home if you

don't want to it steer?

stare at the beer

nurse it like scotch

will it to warmth of english hooch

feet won't budge

mamma i'm not comin' home

(well, papa not mamma)

I'm dead before i died

so is he

two people waiting

who'll break?

who'll be first to be dead?