we talk about
all those years ago
it is like,
the past is a film
of program’s we once saw

what happened –
to the world around me
when did it –
become something
that has fallen apart

hold me
hold me
hold me
but not like a clamp

share the same scars
the same –
battlelines
even if you did not serve –
in the same battalion

i try to be a, ‘good man’
work hard,
put my, ‘soul’
into canals that run through my heart

we were dreamers
just dreamers
balloons and bubbles
just bubbling
left to float