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Come home to go away again

Come home from far off places. Come

To see Dunoran one last time.

Come home, blown on an anxious wave

To see, as if for the first time

How small the old place looks, how grey

How tired and unimportant.


Come home laughing. Bitter laughter.

Bent double over a tree trunk

Coughing out curses, choked on a

Thought that sticks in your throat. Who is

The joke on if not you yourself?


Come home, not like a father, not

Like a lover and not like a

Soldier returning from a war.

Come home like a ghost to walk these

Cold walls at midnight when noone

Can see, to stand in the darkness

With noone to wait inside for you

Noone to sing sweet songs for you

Noone to weep or mourn for you

Noone even to notice if

You ever come home at all.


Come home with a plan in your mind

Come home with a purpose you dare

Not voice, not even to yourself

Come home

Come home to go away again.


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