the return

simple and elegant attachments
everything he lay aside
walked into the war
for faces he knew not
drenched himself in sweat and blood
yet every instant made sense
he had something to come back to
seconds of vicious insanity
haunted his days
yet her face n tender whispers
engulfed his minutes of dreams
back he did come
from a war torn desert
only to find the vase shattered
assumptions of his was all gone
today she walked in a different path
miles and years away from him
one instant of gleam in her eyes
a small fading smile
his presence now an encroachment
something more pain than joy
and he did walk on strong
he tread back into the desert
with only the sand to hold on to
with nothing to go back or anywhere else
he did move into everything in his path
fear vanished as well as the face
walked into the other side he did
for finally he had returned.