it was more of an observation than an accusation
still your eyes told me you once again felt my sting
sometimes i wander off and still seem surprised
when i return and the tip of my fingers still
remember
you’ve forgotten the day when we reached the city limits
and i turned the car around and said i’ve seen enough
of this neck of the woods
but you saw no trees
i feel like a soul who had such
promise as a child
just another wanderer
who still feels like that muted child
who once again felt your sting
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