Not My Father

He’s sitting downstairs
But he feels so far away

His pain has left a stain
On the couch

That can’t be my father

I’ve never heard
This man’s voice before

His warm gaze has turned
Into a lifeless stare

He keeps looking at the walls
And out the window

I can’t look him in the eye
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It hurts me too much
To see him this way

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