You were just another someone
And yet
I liked you more than the others.
You were keen and sharp
And oh, so handsome...
It was a pleasure
- a privilege -
To have you there,
Staring at me.
Now you’ve given up
And gone away
I wonder...
Could I have made you stay?
2 comments:
To stay? Why? He was born to fly...
You Could have, you should have
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