I see you, and I know.
I know which way you'll go.
I do not know the why,
But I see in the way you're shy,
About truly answering me,
That your heart had greyed,
And your mind's no longer free.
I ask you gentle probing questions,
But you're still not ready to say.
So I leave it and I hug you.
Tomorrow's another day.
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