I address this letter to "Dear Father"
Who are you?
Did I even get a chance to meet you?
Did I ever see your face?
I know you as complete unknown...
I don't know what you were like...
The color of your eyes...
If you were;
Tall? Fat? Skinny? Short?
I just don't know.
I don't know if you care at all...
It seems that you don't.
Maybe if you would have stuck around...
To see what that bump in my mother's shirt looked like,
Maybe you were scared...
Scared that I wouldn't like you?
Or just scared of the fact you had to commit yourself.
It's as if the day will never come...
So you remain a complete unknown.
If I ask mother what I got from you,
She would say nothing.
It's almost like I knew not to have any traits from you,
You were just going to leave anyway.
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