Broken
It’s always been
my earnest opinion
that people don’t change.
But sometimes
you see someone,
And they’re just
Different.
Your son comes
home from war,
and he’s different.
Your mother walks out
of the funeral home,
and she’s different.
Not how they used to be.
They didn’t change.
I already told you.
People don’t change.
the poor bastards
didn’t change.
They broke.
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