SON

somewhere he waits,

and I listen,

as the silence

grows painfully louder;

SON;

I wish I could tell you

that you’re mine,

but you’re not and

never were,

still there is that bond,

and I guess that is the way

it will always be;

SON;

I wish I could show you,

the beauty of your

shining sisters’ smiles,

I imagine you must be

very much like they are,

except they are mine,

and you are not,

and never will be;

SON;

I make no excuses,

for the things that took place,

and I wouldn’t have any,

even if I did,

to be honest,

it didn’t have a thing

to do with you,

as hollow as that may sound,

it’s just the way

things worked out,

but still I do remember;

which is more

than I left to you.

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