The person who raised me is dead
Only the best parts of him come to me instead
But the [Words] ones
Goddamn blunderbuss of pain

As a trans person, I say
From the grass above your grave
I still love you

Even though when you got payed
You spent it on opiates instead of food or plates

And I'm sorry that even at last grasps you don't get it
And I know in your life, I was barely in it
In old age, I hope that you still found a way to accept me
That's all I could ask for
I wish you were still around so you could see
The friends that make me feel less empty

I love you grandpa
I'll see you again
It's out of my dreams where you have always been
I'm sorry I abandoned you
You treated me so poorly
But I know you didn't mean to