The Haunting

Betrayal runs deep in our family!

My grandfather had wandering hands,

I close my eyes as the tears appear,

Cascading down my cheek like a skydiver with great velocity.

I feel dirty, used.

I try to keep up with the waterfall of tears and the excess
mucus,

But the absent tissues show testament to my feelings,

Then wash my hands and sit, deliberating,

Was it all my fault?

It’s a question that will haunt me forever.