Fare thee well
Fare thee well
It’s been a long battle, and
I thought we could be more than comrades wearing the same scars and
the same little memorandum on our forehead
saying we have lost.
Fare thee well
It’s been a long war.
A meaningless, gruesome war
where you grow on your comrades’ corpses
and there’s nothing else you can do
but to wonder when it will be your turn to fall down.
Really, fare thee well.
Go on home. The war is over.
And I heard that we have always been on the losing side.
But what does it matter?
You leave without a turn of the shoulders and in the torrent of rain,
I wonder if you cry.
I don’t know what to say, except that I hope you find it now:
your happiness and your wishes;
your dreams and your hopes;
because who else are out there in the darken field
but us two?
Fare thee well, fare thee well.
It’s been a long battle, and now
let’s go on home.
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