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Four years and an hour

The clock strikes twelve

A letter on the table lays dusty, dated 2018

Ma -Pa I\'ll come by eleven it says

Hope drowns in the sea like the setting sun

Teary eyes return home to prisoned hearts

Front doors swing open as she comes

Sorry Ma-Pa, I am late she says

The waiting eyes have dreamt no less, they know the difference

Four years and an hour late but welcome all the same