Truce
Laying back to back
I think to myself
why are we fighting?
What was the reason that we are here?
I remember..
something small.
I wonder what he is thi-
what was that?
Take a peak.
Is that his hand between us?
I should move on and forgive as well.
My hand lands on his
they connect instantly, like two puzzle pieces.
We turn to face one another
saying "I'm sorry let's move on".
Hand in hand we doze off to the sound
of two heartbeats, becoming one.
This poem is about:
Me
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