pen and paper

They pulled up
Not at all in the mood to encounter the other
But she, well time has yet to tell
whether or not I'm happy she's here.
Vacation
Yeah right, not my ideal
But if it works for her, then great.

I carried her things up the stair case
then suddenly found myself engulfed in mostly
a one-sided conversation, about shit I don't care about.
typical
Nope not a damn thing has changed.
Nearly 25 years and she still doesn't listen
I however, choose to say as little as possible
the torture doesn't last as long
She's here
She's finally here
And I just feel annoyed.
I don't give a damn about her girlfriend or what happens to her
I've never been interested.
As for my aunt, why feed the parasite and allow it to fester?
And why is she buying her girlfriend curtains, when my birthday is coming up?
It's a good thing I have plans of my own.
Something tells me I'll soon face disappointment
I'm trying hard not to expect it.
Old habits are tough to break.

She called me the back to assister her with the television
Not again
Another one-sided conversation
about the same stuff I don't care about.
So what if her girlfriend has ugly curtains
That's the girlfriend's problem
My birthday is coming up.
I'm selfish, I guess
She's on vacation
And I'm merely a casualty during this time

As she continued on with the conversation
with herself
I took a moment to look at her
Really look at her.
She's much shorter than I
A little heavy, but still with that same smooth skin
She has Grannie's hands
Now, upon her face she wears glasses.
She's thought of everyone
Well, almost
She's thought of everyone, but . . . .
I'm not surprised.
A little confused, but not surprised.

I need to go
venture out and make my own home
because this borrowed one
doesn't fit.