Part of me

Part I hate the most, is the part of me that remind me of you.

It is the part who makes me who and what I am.

I am your son.

I am a part of you no matter what.

You can ignore me,

You can forget about me,

I am your son,

I can never forget that.

I am a part of you as you are a part of me.

All the hurts in the world cannot compare

to the pain I feel when I know that you are near,

but you do not call,

you do not visit,

do you even care about me?

If you do,

Tell me,

Because I cannot see that.

I do not know it.

I might be wrong,

There might be other factors that I have not

Even considered.

Speak to me.

Do not wait until another funeral,

Or job interview…

Please…

Dad?...