I stopped seeing your face, everywhere I went, awhile ago.
I pushed you out like yesterday’s newspapers
Saying things like
“I just can’t deal”
“This would never work”
“And this just needs to end”.
And I believed myself.
I crossed my heart
As I crossed that barren desert of life without you.
But I saw your face today.
I smiled to myself thinking
That’s him 40 years from now.
The hair,
The beard,
The fashion sense.
And I thought about you
For the first time in a long time.
Really thought.
And I missed you.
Not the way I missed you then.
But in the way that I miss your presence.
Being near to you.
Knowing if I need you
I can find you.
But right now you’re wandering the earth
With your holy man barefoot soles.
And I’m here
Anchored to a land I don’t want to be in
And building ladders to the clouds I’ve seen since birth.
Know that I miss you.
Wherever that wild rover heart takes you
I will wish that I could find you.
And wherever these white sail boats take me
I will see your face in old men crossing the parking lot.
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