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Mar 2014
The Psychologist entered
Our sixth house for the
Second time with a smile
On his lips and the memory
Of a five year old me
In his heart.

He has known me forever
Since I was four and seems
Surprised every time at how
Big I've grown, I always feel
He still sees me as if
I am five.

The Psychologist looked at
My sitting form and said I
Look like I'm missing some
One, thing, he wasn't sure
And I was surprised he noticed
I had changed.

No one else noticed I had
Been unable to keep my
Knees from me chest all day
That I hugged every pillow
I could lay my hands on but
The Psychologist.

I think it was at that moment
That he realized I really had
Grown up from what he knew
And I realized this childhood
Figure really is
A Psychologist.
I used to hate psychologists.


For Ted
Written by
Vitis Lio
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