You look at me expectantly,
I speak words, you hang off them,
Expecting something I cannot give.
I know what it is you want;
I can see it, feel it, it’s in the air,
Hanging just overhead…
But I can never reach it.
You want her star to shine;
“You’re so much like your mother,”
As you look at me, your gaze is far away,
I see the memories, they are not my own.
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