My grandmother always told me that life was a messy bundle of joy,

That heartache brought unimaginable warmth,

That the universe would keep moving regardless.

My grandmother never failed to show me how misery was still a story,

How betrayal was just the twisted part of mystery,

And loneliness was evidence of bond long gone.

They were all my grandmother ever knew.

They were all what I would ever know,

They were all the lessons that I had ever listened.