I’ve Seen Love Falling

i have learned the
swift siren sounds
the signal of
"*we got one*".
i have become
accustomed to
the difference between
jails and hospitals,
sent to me in audio
like code; the singing
that has lights attached.

I've leaned out of
windows just barely
when the moon is
brightly leading, and
the addicted are
bickering on the sidewalk.
I've seen lines
made of chalk;
lines that look like bodies,
lines where the
innocent children walk.

I have noticed much
in this life, this cycle,
in this place where the
blood replaces
moments of passion.

The places I've traveled
can't be seen in the
way the lines caress
my lips when they part
or the laughter that
drifts softly from the
openings in the deep
parts of me yet its
somewhere in the
lined pupils, the dark
pools of emotional eyes
that tell a tale of
a few trips into hell.

I know the bruises brought
by absence of consent,
how the sadness sets in;
I know laughter can live,
and I know pain
doesn't have to be
the final derivative.

In the sitting room
the mirror smiles,
the face of just one
remaining survivor,
because the rest
haven't been rescued yet;
but we're coming,
because we've seen it all,
and now the doves are
landing on window sills,
where the final call
feels like love falling.

~by vennie~

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