Young

He left me when I was young
and didn’t know better.
Not even a letter.
Driving miles after miles
just to see a lawyer with files.
Then it was to late to try.
I never knew the exact reason why.
But passing the high fields
it was finally real.
When I saw a large building
with my father inside.
Only to see my dad behind a window
with his hands close tight,
like they were tied.
He left me when I was young.

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