Lee

Hello Dad, I'm the son you left.
With a Mum bereft.
You didn't care for Steph.
What I don't get.
Is why you're upset.
You made your choice, you walked away.
Now look at you, old and grey.
And over weight.
I'll bet you hate.
The fact that I.
No longer cry.
That you're not here.
I shed no tears.
Replaced my fears.
With hate and rage.
Locked love in, a metaphorical cage.
Soon to be running away.
I'll probably, return one day.
But before I go, I want to say.
You've only got yourself to blame.
-H