NOTE: Again, IT'S MINE. I wrote this to my father on Father's day. I had not spoken to him for a long time for many reasons untold.

I love you though you do not know
And now you sit on your own
I miss you though it is unclear
If I was truly dear
I'm sorry for the way you feel,
And how some wounds never heal
It must cut you to the bone.
I am still your flesh and blood
So do not fear
For I will always come back to be right here
You are never alone