The boy I could not save

I look at you and I see him
the boy I could not save
to whom I could not help
who is not a child anymore
and fighting me
pushing me away
yet meeting me again and again
not giving up...
Like you do.

The boy I love so much
whom I missed 8 years
whom I never knew if I would see again...
And here he is.
Angry
Tired
Neglected
Sad
Clever
With a big bright smile...
Just like you.

I look at you 
and I see him
I touch your pain
and I feel his
your hand is slipping from mine
so does his.

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