Do not call the forest that shelters you a jungle.
So much has happened since last we saw each other
I am not the same boy who used to many a game play with you
Smiling in the wind blind to dangers that seek to grind our bones to dust.
So much has happened since last I held your hand.
Since they sent me off to war where I saw worn men and torn bodies
That inspire stomachs to release their contents.
Where victory tasted much the same as defeat
Yet we ate because if we didn’t eat our bodies will lose the heat
Needed to stay warm and alive in the burning winter.
Many winters we fought through were so cold
They turned bold men to boys wanting to hide beneath beds
Till the coming summer when all would be warmer.
When the summer came and home I went to see you my lover.
I found that much has happened since they sent me of to war
On that day when I last held your hands.
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