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I can't even say your name. I feel like a child thinking of you even a grown woman of ... what right do you have being you? You live rent free in my head though mostly you're away on business I suppose for months or years. a day. Then you stumble back home interrupting a quiet scene stirring up dust and old memories awakening me from a dream. Bold, loud and restless your energy sucks me in. the hint of a promise, of you and you're gone again. When will you be back? will you leave me home alone? you live a seperate life from me a child that's never grown. You walk and talk an adult life you have a home, a wife. You're still the boy I knew. You hide in your reckless nightlife. When will I get to know you? When will you know yourself? In the end will I still love you? For now it's on the shelf.