One, two, three
I wonder if you still want to see me
Four, five, six, seven
My hopes for your comeback shrunken
Eight, nine, ten
You came back, fallen
Eleven, twelve, thirteen
How I wish you're here to ask me what have I been.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
I love you, Dad. I miss you, can you hear my silent keens?
(A/N: I didn't mean to be dramatic here, but yeah, ironically I already am. Pasensya na po. Haha! I just miss my father.)
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PoetryMy files of poems. Unspoken. Hidden. Words I (or even you) can't speak out. I'll just leave it here. Copyright 2018
