So?
Are we happy yet?
Costume furniture
on the length of your body,
it traps me.

Leave so suddenly,
staring me down.
Laughter is sounding out
but heart is hurt within.
Stretch me too thin.

With a willingness
I didn't have before,
with a gentle touch
I couldn't conjure.
Just a small portrait
of the fallen soldier.

Now,
this room is perfume.
Just a scent with
nothing true to hope with,
nothing new to loose.

So give me some proof...