Father

Hi Dad
Sorry to see you
No really, I mean it
Sorry to see you like this
All busted up
Sorry I never saw you
Sorry I never talked with you
As a son should
Sorry we don't get along
Sorry we love each other
Makes it worse
Wanna talk
Wanna hug
Wanna be there for you
But I guess I'm just like you
Talking is not on our map of life
Guess that's why it's hard to find it in us
The things that you feel
The things I feel
Hidden under politics
Religion
Anything but what we're thinking
Hope we sort this out
Don't wanna find it
Then find one of us dead
Well, bye Dad
Been nice
Not talking to you

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