this way

I never have to see you get old

hear your voice

wavering there on the phone

forgetting I was once your son

mixing up the names of your progeny

noticing there by your ear

more grey than natural bold

half-light than dark in your memories

& this way

I owe you nothing

much as it seemed you felt

you owed me

maybe some coloring

mixed up traits or genes

& let nature take the rest

eh?

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