Convalescence

I have been brought down
by the soft place
between the spirit and the soul.
Like any other day
the sun had risen, like the dead.
our blood was red, like the dawn.
I had tasted
the sweet colors of
our love
and tried to remain unmoved.
After losing you,
I found
myself
and this,
this was my homecoming.

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