today i heard my grandfather
in your voice.
not in a nostalgic way.
but a cringe, a recoil.
he spoke to my nan like she was a piece of shit.
a waste of space.
he rolled his eyes @ her.
grimaced when she spoke.
if you weren’t a child with child eyes
if you weren’t a child with child ears
one would wonder:
why on earth he stayed around.
why on earth she stayed around.
is there a pain more stinging
than being in a place, you are clearly not wanted