Memory (13th March 2008)

The eyes are precise and the face is concise
The nose and the ears and the lips are the same
The smile is broken but the name remains
As I stare into the dark iris of my pupil
I tell myself, ‘Little did you know’
He looks up at me, almost innocently
Saying, would you rather have known?
You stay in your world as I will mine
Leave me to a life of my own
Buddy, leave me to a life of my own.

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