Hymn Of The Heart
You dream of her.
I listen to the soft sigh of your breath
You call out her name
I do not protest.
I pack my things that night
Quietly slip away
I see you once, years later
At the grocery store
Carrying bags of bread and milk
You are happy now
Wife and two kids.
You ask about my dreams
I smile and tell you I want to buy a truck
I do not tell you the truth
You see, in my dreams,
Your children have my eyes
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