day after day
all i dream about is
red strawberries
the old factory
and your silence
except for when we disagreed on something and
your voice was racing against mine
raised above the music we were playing in the
living room
the strawberries taste so real
it takes me hours to shake off the memory
i drift away in class, remembering that time
you held my hand and tried to brush a tear off
before it trickled down your cheek
i thought you were the strongest man i had ever
known
yet it did not surprise me
when you told me i would be cruel to leave you
on your own
even though you wouldn't be alone
and i knew what you meant but i disregarded it
as egotism
i think about your carefully chosen words now
and
i keep you on my mind
but i can only hope that..
what i mean to say is
i tell people about it
i tell them i have a father who builds his own
machines
and grows the sweetest strawberries
your silence
i keep to myself.
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