You are home and we are
just happy to see you.
No questions.
Even though you can’t be here,
either of you,
we ask no questions.
We pretend that you never left,
were never taken away from us.
We ask no questions
but marvel at the sight
and the sound of you.
I thought they were dead,
someone asks.
And then you are gone again
and I am awake and I long for sleep
and no more questions.
Just let me sleep awhile.
Just let me sleep.
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