You’d ask him
Why this? Why now?
He just abhors goodbyes,
To those who matter
somehow.
Like Priam once
believed,
Of all wars he had to fight.
Only fighting for love,
Seemed sensible; seemed
right.
Winning the war,
You can’t be sure
about.
But winning battles
against fear;
Befits a soul stout.
You are no commander,
And he is no Gladiator,
But with forces combined,
The journey would be an adventure.
Doesn’t matter, if
average people frown,
I tell you, with
experience enough,
When responsibilities
push us down,
Feelings we always shove,
But if it comes to
choice,
We must always choose
love.
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