I was there,
you were there.
It was a three story house, with low linear windows across each floor.
A thick divider, then more window above.
We talked about the future
how you liked it now,
but knew it wasn't practical.
You would age, so would your wife.
This would do for now.
There was a forest behind
those glass windows, divided by grey.
We laughed about the other night
when I had a vodka and wine
so easily drunk.
We laughed,
spent hours together
And then it faded and I said a quick goodbye.
See you next time, Pops.
(Don't stay away too long this time.)
Happy Birthday,
I love you.
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