after all these years

when i open the door and see him, i thought,
there won’t be a man i’d rather kill
for making a gold ring worthless
for telling the neighbours it’s for the best

when i open the door and see him, i thought,
there won’t be mercy to spare
for leaving my feet cold in bed
for stealing conversation from the table

when i open the door and see him, i thought,
there won’t be a bone i can’t break
for pulling his wrinkled hand away
for allowing me to compromise

when i opened the door and saw him,
there weren’t eyes i would have sooner beheld
for giving back his companionship
for coming home, where he belongs

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