i can still construct it perfectly
yet the fragments still cut
from the moment i lied naked and used
until the moment he went to her
blurred but still angry
after a cigarette
i was too scorned about his choice
to think of a lost soul somewhere else
the table we once at ate
the core of my childhood
then became his deathbed
as he took his last breath
before he took his own life
i shed a tear
for somone else i loved in ignorance
at once it shattered in unison
the glass pierced my tire
as the bullet pierced his skull
in two different worlds that day
we died both reckless and abandoned


I still love you grandpa.