Since you like to sneak up on me
Here’s something else I can pretend
I didn’t let you find
I still listen to the song
engraved on our dog tags
and think about you
My hindsight
is blurred when sight
shows me wrong
But I’m here
For you
To listen at how wrong I was
Hurt is a sore
That hurts worse when scrapped
And I never intend
to scrap you away
Even if the sore never heals
Its just that
In our today
I can’t be what I was to you
Yesterday
And I don’t know what tomorrow will bring
For me and them
But I will always be present
For you
Even if its not as your heartbeat
But just as your bandaid

Dew 2007

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