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when goodbyes are uttered
and i return again
your phantom takes form
in my mind
my breath drops, deepens
it pains me
the memory of your face
gets fuzzier by each day
yet the feeling
the same feeling i had
remains clear
as though it was yesterday
when your lips
made me love my name
when your eyes
made me love to see
yet i wonder to myself
did he cut his hair
did he grow it out
does he refuse to wear glasses
like he did before
how is his brother
how is his mother
i wonder to myself
does he still play strings
does he still love the engine roar
does he still pain over worries
like he did before
who is it now
the lucky fool
who gets to see the mischief
the sparkling glint
in your sea green eyes
do they love you
like i did before?
