LXXX: Kindred

We played a brand new console game today,

my nephew and myself at sister’s place.

I didn’t really have much, then, to say,

but I appreciated, much, the space.

But if I’d had the time to play alone,

without the threat of talk or watching eyes,

I might have taken quicky to my phone

to tell my nephew all that I surmised.

And why is that? What static takes my ear

when at my side are treasured friends and kin?

Why do the words come when no-one can hear?

Why not when I am safely gathered in?

What is this fearful heart? Why does it race,

and only for a kind, familiar face?