Occupied

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Grief is love with nowhere to go. This is a story of finding away to relieve the grief.

Submitted: July 10, 2017

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We lay together, where once she laid,

Our touch touches where their touch will fade.

The territory they’d marked

It was never theirs to claim.

There was nothing to be conquered,

So they conquered what ought’ve be saved.

 

And so we were.

We were not saved,

We were an empire,

A ward of the state.

Still, we shook and fought for freedom,

From freedom where we lay

Until we found our independence

And in independence, had to stay.

 

But for those few brief hours

Laying together on my bed,

I found Neruda’s words of comfort

In amongst the spread:

 

 

“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine,

And the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.”

 

 

We recalled something

Laying together by night,

This place is familiar,

Though cold and dark,

We’d given it no light.

This territory,

This land that stands harsh and desolate,

Will never be truly barren.

We’d always known the way back

We just didn’t feel like going alone.

 

So we lay together, where once she laid,

Our touch touches where her touch will fade.

 

 

 

 


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