Care About Him


He asked me,
If I cared about him. I sat, staring at him,
Mouth opened.
Thinking the obvious.
Of course,
I cared about him,
But did he know that?
I sat, thinking about the question.

I care about him,
As clouds care about raining,
As raining cares about getting things wet,
As making thins wet care's about making things cold,
As making things cold cares about getting people sick,
As getting people sick cares about killing people,
As killing people cares about death,
As death cares about people,
As people care about love,
As love cares about caring,
As I care about him.

I sit, staring at him,
till he catches my attention,
by repeating the question.
I look at him,
Smiling,
and say,
"I do care about you."
Then I pull him into an embrace,
burying my face in his chest.

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My stepmom questions me about if I love my dad at all because she thinks that I hurt him in ways that I can't handle.