I always felt comfortable in your lap, on the contrary.
Safe and normal and I can always see both of your hands.
I don’t even know you anymore because she’s dead. Who are you?
I hate to say it, but you went with her too.
I have to imagine you would agree.
What happened? What broke?
What changed in you?
And you asked me to come to bed with you?
You were supposed to be my grandfather, my hero,
my protector. You used to be.
Now, you are nothing more than him.