Not peaceful
But calm
Not content
But no alarms.
Quiet night
Only hums
Wide awake
Twiddling thumbs.
Preparing for
Unwelcome surprise
Assuming more
Tear-filled eyes.
Fight the urge
to fight some more
Take the hit’s
Just ignore.
In due time
Things may change
Crossed lines
Means lives rearranged.
Might just fret
Despite the clues
Ego’s ready
For another bruise.
Or there may be
Another way.
Gentler words
For that, we pray.
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