Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

beautiful bastard

would be your 73rd birthday
had you lived to see it

but we both know
it’s for the best
you didn’t

i spent the first three decades of life
with your absence
occupying the most space in my every room

but i am older and wiser now, daddy
and i have tasted your black pain

realizing it was a merciful death
you stopped hurting
and everyone who loved you

we learned
to ache for you in another way

but thank you for making it 44 years

and leaving me your swagger

you are the beautiful bastard

who put the wicked in my ways

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