Prodigal 

Despite the joy of you, I deserted.

Unworthy of respect or welcome, me.

You give me both, still, despite the hurt

I cause by being the man I want to be.

But come, enjoy this moment, there’ll be more,

Which add up to a future, day on day.

Now I love you more than ever before :

It doesn’t go from me without saying.

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