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The last thing I remember saying yesterday,

Was, 'I love you too'

I remember behind the shut door, calling out to my Mother,

Her attempt at recovering the confrontations we have,

Moments,

Hours, Days, prior.

Was a quiet,barely audible, ‘I love you’

Love you too,

I left afterwards, I left to get lost in the back roads,

Listening to REO speed wagon and discovering new life,

With strangers that are friends,

Watching the glimmering Christmas décor

Being hung up by the shopping malls,

In November,

Love you too,

Is what I say halfheartedly with my mind drifting

somewhere farther than I’ve ever traveled before.

Reflecting on the contents of every conversation

I attempt to have with my family,

Love you too, isn’t really love,

It’s a deep-rooted respect I have for her

And even though they do expect forgiveness

After years of almost wasted childhood, I am still

Thankful, that I am here,

That I am still young,

Learning about forgiveness, and 

Out of the kindness of my heart I say, "I love you too".