My grandpa would always make a face when I mention Avocadoes,
he says lemons and blueberries are his favourites,
if I didn't know better, grandma hated those.
Sickly sweet and bittered down, made her head reel, she would say.
I often saw him writing letters after she left for her house, you see,
grandpa one day said a really mean thing and grandma hasn't called him her husband ever since
but their bond has never faded, remains as of best friends till today.
I see grandpa going through pictures, grandma sings his written lyrics. I never see him searching for their wedding pictures though.
Derek, he would say was his name, who taught him to love far beyond than grandma did I never asked why, but always knew.
I often see him writing, watching one single picture in front of him, a big family photo, only this time, it's during Derek's wedding and grandpa, his best man.
An Avocado's seed is the majority of the fruit, that's why avocadoes deceive people.
Maybe that was their love, too full for the heart. The measly pulp again hiding the seed. Society norms never letting them reveal and as usual, people throw the seed away.
But he never holds anything up, makes his favourite lemon pie and says,
if there is a heart, then there's always space for love.
And I think to this date, I see his lyrics with a different colour, cerulean blue, the calm in the words,
only it isn't for my grandma, it's for his healing heart, the gorgeous thing that keeps us all alive.
if there's a heart, there will always be space for him forever
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