I said he was wrong
Told him that he didn't
Understand
Who I am
Who I have become
Anger flashed in his eyes
Twenty years of pain
You are not my son
He said
Two miles down the road
I am walking
A pack of smokes
Numbing the hatred
Fuming
Within me
The last five words of our argument
Echo
And I think to myself
This is love.
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