Looking back I ask myself
if I would do it all over
and I say yes to my yes
and no the my biggest no
I now understand how
how I never really saw
myself in your shadow.
Sometimes I feel you looking-
I'm not your hero now
It was never meant to be
the way it went down; sorry
but they are calling louder
I can't ignore the yelp
Presently, it is nothing
more than brakes on tires
leaning forward- new bruises
Call it what it is; gone
forgotten 'till next summer
I will be at sea; sail
Goodbye now, until next fall
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