Ironic Loneliness
I was too young the first time-
And it is only one time for now.
And why shouldn't you have another try?
But now,
unlike before,
even through your cloudy eyes,
you see his war decorations
silently slip out of his mind,
even if he doesn't. But
this time,
I'm not seven
I know what follows, but
this time,
I'm not blind.
I can see
your ironic loneliness
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