Rememories

Glancing across pictures of
who you are
who you were
Bits of me are still stuck to you,
an orange bandanna here,
a tie I once owned there,
blond hair stuck in my headbands
left for weeks on end at your house.
But you're just a
boy.
Not a man,
a boy,
and I know I forced you
to understand things
you've never wanted to
face.
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