I like you in this desperation.
Tears streaming down your face,
Anxious and whiney at my every move.
Not wanting to be anywhere without me.
Clinging to just a miniscule amount of attention.
The focus of my love,
The pinnacle of my creation,
I want you nearby.
But son, you need to learn to walk in the wilderness.
In the wild, I am there lurking behind and before,
Watching everything for you.
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