Tell me how whole we are
An unbroken family unit, no longer bent on space between calls.
Remind me how intimate our ties are
Forged by your flights of anxiety and his fights with insanity.
Scold me again
How I should be grateful for whats remaining
And ignore the isolation.
Tell me how happy you are
As I sit speaking to an empty table piled up with leftovers.
Remind me how he is my 'father'
And forget that my dad has been absent far longer.
Scold me once more
About why I should feel at home
When I am the egg leftover from the Cuckoo bird's coup.
Tell me why am I the stranger?