Civility

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that once felt her warmth

though I’ve still got my grip
I’m feeling more stripped
of my dignity
than ever before

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that lost this cold war

as my soul starts to rip
we shake hands (not fists)
with civility
why, what else? of course


Written: In those dark days between Christmas and the new year, 2016

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