i looked into my nephew's tiny face
and all the feelings just came flooding back
and i saw his baby's tiny face
and i felt the pain all over again
i let him go
i didn't want to, but i had to
it was the right thing to do
"even with our fists held high
it never would've worked out right"
then i looked at his tiny face again
and saw, in part, my own image
the image of my family
and i knew i could've had that
i could've had it all
just like his wife has it all now
but i walked away
love at any cost,
a dull ache that wishes things were different,
is not love at all
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