story about my father s best friend

My father has a best friend
The story is

My father’s best friend never will be surprised
How adult I’ve become
He will never call our phone number

My father’s best friend will never take
His children that we could play together
He has no children

My father’s best friend
Will never meet my mother
He didn’t come at my first birthday party

My father has no best friend
The story is
My father’s  best friend’s mother
Was dead in concentration camp
In Poland
In 1943
There was great war
She was sixteen

My father’s best friend’s father
Was shot in a street
In a small town
In Yugoslavia
In 50-s
He was about 30

This is the story about my father’s best friend

My father will never come
To visit my small flat
In a small town
At the end of beyond

My father will never know
I’m not natural redhead
And I’ve failed my exams
And I’ve been smoking
In a yard
In a small town
At the end of beyond

My father will never become grandpa
Instead I’m gonna have
At least two beautiful daughters

This is a story about my father

I might have sisters
And brothers
And go fishing with them
To wide northern river
Named in honor of
Mages
Or wolves
No one is sure about background

This is a story about imaginary beings

There may be wonderful creatures
With wings and deep eyes
I could drown there
There may be mad factory
Of strange ideas
And half dead butterflies
On my imaginary table

This is a story about my madness

My father’s best friend and me
Live in a small flat
In a small town
At the end of beyond
Playing chess
And I always lose