F.A.M.I.L.Y

Father, Mother. I often wonder, the two of you came together to form a union, and thus I was conceived, and as I grew older, I couldn't help but notice it getting colder.

Another night another fight sounds cliche, but years have passed, and it's hard to believe that you even loved one another.

Maybe it was something you saw in each other that made you even ponder a life together; possibly you felt you couldn't live apart and saw your love blossom.

It was fractured, of course; your feelings sparse and cold, much like the weather in winter, your love began to turn dull and grey.

Love for you both was just a mere metaphor at this point, leaving behind in it's wake a broken home full of broken souls.

You both have grown older, and while one of you has died, your life together was nothing but a lie, never meant to be anything more than an unfinished story filled with blanks and mistakes, but perhaps in the afterlife, your story will end