the man stands
at his machine
in his thick boots
and hooded shield
amongst
the sparks of fire
and steel shards,
grinding metal.
polishing.
creating what the factory
needs.
he wonders
what took him down this
road into these
long years.
he wonders
what could have been,
if only, so many ifs
to ponder,
but then he pushes aside
those thoughts,
and thinks about the love
of his life, at home.
her kiss.
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