Maybe you don't remember
how you used to make me
read to you in bed
And how I'd kid that you
were too old for that.
I wonder if you were trying
to hold on to the last bits of
childhood you could salvage.
Don't think I didn't like you.
I liked to tease you and show
you how much I cared in a
different way than most.
Especially when I'd debate with you
and let you think you won.
Like when I'd let you do what you
you really wanted to do,
stay up late with me and talk.
I still thought about you all the
time after I left.
wondering if I'd ever see you again
if you were mad at me.
Now you must be so grown up,
the same age me when I used
to read to you in your bed
late at night.
Every now again I find myself wishing
that I'll run into to you somewhere,
and that things can go back
to how they used to be.
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