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Choices

There was a time when I'd do anything for you,
When I'd trade my sleep, just so you slept without jostles,
When I'd say anything I could, just to make you smile,
When all my air had, were beautiful castles,

That was the time when a single smile from you,
Was enough to brighten my darkened day,
When just to see the light of your face once,
My whole life's aspirations at stake I'd lay,

Then I felt the change, the cold, don't know if you felt it too,
A pull from somewhere a little far, from somewhere between me and you,
I went on to hold new hands and make new dreams,
Held on, as some old ones came at the seams,

But through all of the new as I walked here and there,
I kept one thing in my mind throughout,
No matter where the pulls of growing up took me,
I'd keep you within my sight, without doubt,

But for a second when once I looked away,
To dream dreams of happiness, of freedom, of beauty,
In that second some pull made you disappear,
Was it a choice, or a call of duty?

I look for you here and there, I look for you now and then,
Even as I keep peeking at beautiful futures I and we could be having,
While walking without you in my sight seems inevitable but true,
How do I say it, well, I'll always pine for you?

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