He has your eyes
She has your hair
You did it well
Beyond compare
I see it now
Just like a dream
We once knew how
It was a precious thing
I know there is so much to learn
So many reasons to cry
I’m dying inside
Why did you tell them to tell me not to call
It was almost a kiss
Did it mean anything at all
Why couldn’t you tell me it was too much at once
What had become of you
Now I’m learning to see
Belson, look what became of me
©2/20/2022: Bruce Clifford
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