Burn my iPad my unseen thoughts.
All my secrets in ones and naughts.
Am I in the cloud? Do I fall in rain?
When I’m gone will mist remain?

Facebook account none must see.
Digital dreams of a now lost me.
Deleted now so you can’t follow.
Was your old man ever your hero?

Was he just some prancing Gloria?
Or did, she suffer from gender dysphoria?
Shame dispersed in hidden dressers.
Silicone *******, his hidden treasures.

Discarded bras and satin slippers.
Now dead dreams of a secret Cinders.
High heels and bows, just a conceit.
These shoes to big for dainty feet.

Questions asked, thoughts suppressed.
Are all your memories to be redressed?
Did he lie, did our dad transgress?
Did he walk about in a floral dress?

Ashes scattered a dream now fading.
His secret life completely baffling.
I loved you both my life not wasted.
My soul was real my life not blighted