After a nightmare search
For a lost friend
Through rubble of a ruined town —
Waking in my own bed.
After a drenching walk
In sodden fields —
Sitting in dry clothes, barefoot
Before an open fire, making toast.
After weeks of insomnia —
Sleeping the whole night through.
After a lover's quarrel —
A kiss.
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