What could have been

A blank page with no words haunt me
The questions I never asked taunt me
I pick fights with your ghost, and
Look in the mirror and boast
For I am a man now, beard and all
Not the same boy, but just as tall
I wore your shirt the other day
A handsome de León you’d say
We’d smoke a cigarette together
Drink a beer or two and chit chatter
You’d reminisce about a past before me
Laugh and long for a path without me
No doubt you were proud, but
You had doubts never said aloud
Your dreams were futuristic not realistic
Your ideals were abstractions never actions
You left for the sky without a good-bye
In what we could have been is where you lie

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