Hey you,
person who i think about
as i crawl into bed
and before i sleep
and when i wake up
and when i drive down the road
away from the bridge that leads to you.
Hey you,
the image of the man
who was above me
as you
smiled and i smiled.
Hey you,
the thought of raising kids
i'm not sure i want to have
and hope that i won't die alone.
Hey you.
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