Walls of dirt, dirt from rock
Etched your name on a stock
Walked through the waking hours
War tanks and sunflowers
Longing and fears rip me
Distant guns help flip me
Night fall company still
Coasting on spent good will
Easily made from hope
Most stains are scrubbed with soap
Looking for better day
We could just run away
Delusions keep fading
Life lessons are jading
Part of a joke so cruel
Flashback to days at school
Would it scare you
Purposeful miscue
Three months close to
One to scare you
Knowingly in too deep
Some nights I'd watch you sleep
Counting the fall and rise
Every breath more hope dies
Three months I played the part
Each day was a restart
Cyclic bouts of moping
Then sulking then coping
The silence the treatment
Augmented bereavement
Frustration and sadness
Suppression and madness
As time ticked mostly passed
With help from defense massed
Saw your domestic bliss
Tried for expressionless
Watched you clear out
With no turn about
Three months sown doubt
I've been cleared out
Now a while
Can't help but smile
Three-month denial
Tucked in a file