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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