When I Was Young

Do you miss me
when I’m next to you?
Do you suffer on
for something new
am I right here with you
and yet
you miss me still

I don’t think it’s me you miss
when you miss me
as we hug

I wonder what it is you miss
when you point at me
and call out my love

It can’t be me
Because I’m right here
so if you miss me
if I’m so dear
what is it, son
that you really miss
come on now, son
let’s be clear.

I know there’s pain
I know there’s fear
I know there’s anger
and confusion there

But what do you call someone who points
and at the tip of their finger annoints
whatever lies out there away from them
as the foremost, wicked sin.

I know the answer my young son
Because I’ve done like you
when I was young.

I’ve done like you
when I was young.