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 remember,

which is more

than I left to you.

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