To My Wife
No apologies
Ruled by my convictions
The phone calls must
Frighten you
To stay alive
I must lie to you
Taste of death must be
Upon my lips
When I return to you
Nothing to be sorry for
I will not ask
Forgiveness
You pretend
To know nothing so well
Hate me?
Your lover
Your fighter
Dream an end to this?
Victory for you
Surrender for me
No lies
Ask me
Bury me
In my blue shirt
Boots and blue jeans
Tri-colour shroud
If I disappear
Run
Don't look behind you
They know you, too
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