Recently I've turned fourteen.
Nothing seems different or new.
A part of me feels missing.
Your gone and it's obviously true.
Never have we met before,
but now I will be trying.
After fourteen years,
some long years of crying.
I always did wonder,
if you left me by choice??
I haven't seen your face,
or ever heard your voice.
I wish to seek out my father,
Just to tell him, “Goodbye."
Sorry that I left Mother,
but you know that I have to try.
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