until he returns they’re like chauffeurs
standing in airports with signs
saying ‘Dear God. Welcome.’
many laugh at them on their way
to get the luggage of their lives
we understand their merriment
people used to dance at executions
but I remember when love was killed
almost everyone stayed home
there was a terrible storm that night
the perfect storm of an excuse
some said love would return
some said the sea would burn
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