Not dick and jane, or spot But the dull ache of neglect, rusted Now The colour of dried blood clasped in the inertness of those we call relative. Brother we share the same. A father who hid in a manly bottle, and a mother who kept one eye on him and the other on the suitcase. This is how bad an alcoholic parent gets when they mistreat their loved ones. So the love ones decided to leave sometimes and never come back. It doesn’t matter if it’s a kid or parent or both of them leaving at the same time.