Post-War Post

Didn't see me before.
Yeah, I know I was intense,
I just saw progress,
And you weren't at your best.

We few who fix broken things
Take a little more time to heal.
All that's best is come and coming still
While a breath in us there is.

We believe in love too much sometimes.
But did it hurt more than the beauty
Of such splendid encounter?
Did it still beat long in a late night hour?

Just a simple sort of feeling, really.
You make my being jump coarsely
In the shallows and depths of light.
Feels right, but I'm not trusting of feelings.

A heart is a heart, just a thing.
You've shown yours, I mine.
But the moonlight glowing on you is grace.
I didn't know what to do but embrace it.