He called me some of the times
Which is rare for me
Even on holidays we talk on the phone
Since we lived separately from each other
I hear the guilt from his voice
Regretting the times he left me for so long
Now he's back in my making up the times he lost with me
Happy Father's Day
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Holiday And Seasonal
PoesiaThis is book is filled with poems and prose. about the holidays and seasons. I know it's a weird title. 🎇Second place in the Poetry Category of the Oasis Awards 2020🎇
