not dad, but dads.
Although I should call one "the guy who didn't want me"
and the other "the step-father who left the family",
both of you are still my father.
You may not have been in my life for a long time,
but your memory haunts me at times.
And yet, I cant help but feel joy.
I know have two dads,
but my mom loves me more than the both of you combine could ever love a daughter.