This is middle ground. The place
where my ending meets your beginning.
The moment my frown meets your smile.
Wave a white flag so we can triumph
this field of battle. I will comb
the grass with my fingers as I breathe
our conversation. Your words soothe
me like David's harp soothed Saul.
They say that love is a battlefield
but the only thing I am fighting
is myself.
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