from ego to ego

Standard

all those petty crimes committed
without thought of why
or what we wanted
kleptomaniacs
taking out of habit
yet wondering why
our bags were never full
now i know
there were holes
everywhere
and the meaning of it all
had fallen to the ground
finally
there is no blood
the wounds run clear water
soon
there will be only light
i will be the sky
full of stars
countless stars
and the two of us
we are even

©A. D. Joyce, 2018

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