She's got your eyes, you know?
Brown and gentle, just like... well, yours.
And when she asked what you looked like
I told her to look in the mirror.
She reminds me of you.
And when she asks why you left
I tell her that I don't know,
Even though I do.
But how can I tell her that you left behind everything you loved,
just to chase a dream?
How can I tell her that your dreams take you beyond her ken
And in the same breath remind her of your desire to be here with us?
I cannot, so I do not, and when... no
If
you return, I will let you tell her that you love her,
but you had to leave to chase some stupid, reckless dream
from a childhood long left behind.
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