Dad, I wonder.
I wonder if you think about me.
I wonder if everything else was worth it.
If you had an effort to call me.
If I matter to you.
I hope you're okay.
The thought,
the doubts,
I had.
The years,
the holidays,
the birthdays,
Me with not knowing you.
A name to so many use, but to me nothing.
So low,
so pointless to change anything.
don't try to finish,
what never begin.
Don't doubt what,
you never said.
a middle name, that's your mothers is.

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