J
I can't even say your name.
I feel like a child thinking of you
even a grown woman of ...
what right do you have being you?
You live rent free in my head
though mostly you're away
on business I suppose
for months or years. a day.
Then you stumble back home
interrupting a quiet scene
stirring up dust and old memories
awakening me from a dream.
Bold, loud and restless
your energy sucks me in.
the hint of a promise, of you
and you're gone again.
When will you be back?
will you leave me home alone?
you live a seperate life from me
a child that's never grown.
You walk and talk an adult life
you have a home, a wife.
You're still the boy I knew.
You hide in your reckless nightlife.
When will I get to know you?
When will you know yourself?
In the end will I still love you?
For now it's on the shelf.
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