dear son,
for a moment.
just this moment.
you are here with me.
on this corner,
in the downpour,
the cold and clammy downpour.
i see my breath for the first time this season,
and the bastard is glad.
this is my gift to you tonight,
revel in it as I have,
for this small slice of my life is now yours too. I'll see you soon.
—the bastard
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