only one good moment
can I ever really recall
sitting on my fathers lap
driving the car
when I was five
the one sole moment
the only one
he then became non committal
I knew no good lessons
I experienced no quality time
emotional distance was in place
I felt nothing and neither did he
perhaps his drunkenness
made him absentee
or maybe he just wanted
to be free of any responsibility
all I know
Is that he left both physically and emotionally
he absolutely abandoned me
no care and devotion did he show
I really got to know him personally
I forgive him but I do have regret
it's something I will never be able to forget
being fatherless
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or mayb
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