When you hold too deeply upon the things you love it seems all you end up doing is losing them again and again. With binocular eyes and a map for brains you search but they can’t be found. Why does this keep happening to me? Is it something I’m doing wrong? You give them space and time for the memory of home to sink right through. You let them miss the things you do. Should I just give up? Is this a waste of my time? As the search draws thin I can see your face. You’re smiling and laughing and your eyes tell tales of pure happiness. She holds your hand and you blink twice to let me know it’s okay to leave. Why can I never be that girl?
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