21 years

happy birthday, dad
been literal lifetimes
since we spoke
not counting dreams
or moments at the brink
of falling apart

every single day
some lesson learned
from you blows in
on a drunken breeze
and makes me smile

gone, but not forgotten
a case of beer and
a carton of smokes sit
with a bottle of old spice
you’ll never get to wear

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