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You want to know
when I’ll make something of myself.
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You want to know
when I’ll put my dreams away.
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You never ask out loud,
but I hear your unspoken questions.
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They’ve become quite clear.
Demanding to know when I’ll grow up
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Your disappointment is etched there
across your face for all to read;
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an angry announcement
aimed particularly at me.
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You’ve grown to feel
that what you need is all that I’m not
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You’ve grown to feel
you deserve more than what I’ve provided.
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I know that this life, our life,
is not what you had hoped for.
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I’m at a loss, though,
to understand your change of heart
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in anything more than the most general terms,
for we no longer speak
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to each other,
or in the same language.
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You’re fully intent to ground yourself,
clinging for dear life to this earth.
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Me, I’ve always looked to the clouds.
Deep in my soul, I actually thought I could fly.
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I just needed someone to help me get airborne.
I guess we were both wrong.
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You wanted something I couldn’t give.
Turns out you don’t like fairy tales and
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you damn sure don’t like clichés.
You’re tired of missing the things in life that aren’t free.
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All I ever wanted was
for you to believe in me.
About the Creator
Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
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Comments (2)
This resonates a lot with me. I Love this so much!
This is so brutal...so honest. Randy. Great work.