Poem: Sirens

the siren in the distance signals some loss - let’s hope it’s not of hope - sounds of lost love, the musical poetry blending with the candle light, bending in on the night. Times like this I miss you.

I’ll flee this town in a day or two, still dreaming of you, and all you suggest. I’ll pack up all I possess, and aim to at least leave with my integrity

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