
A truant who found home
In your embrace
Knows not to be excited
When he re-sees your face
Standing at the back door
He knows what he will see
Nothing of his dream, only a look so sore
For we are too close much like family
What he knows about you
He forgets about himself
Forgiveness is kind despite the issue
Inveterate mistakes obfuscate oneself
For trend can dictate the future
I choose to look no further
For now I can see your face
You're beautiful when showing such grace
Wise men who practice denial
Will come to face the task like a revival
Yet, he who is eager has spoiled
In his confidence he faces such turmoil
I ask, yet my voice cracks as if I beg
So it's best I say little and smile
Even when I've given an arm and a leg
Oh how can an amputee run a mile
With such vigor and pride
Aside from what lurks on the other side
You may call it a coincidence
Yet I'm not fooled by this occurrence
I'll step back into nostalgia
Far less violent then before
I've changed from what you last saw
When I walked out your back door
My truancy was voluntary
For the sick and ailing need love
Away from you I went pushed by a shove
So wholesome like brother, like sister
We are family
What was lost we don't know
It still lingers out there and undecided
For we are not ignorant we have things to show
Together again tiresome and confided
How subtle of a weapon is empathy
For what I seek is precious sincerity




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