Tsunami-sized

With a table full

You called on

Every source of power

To restrain yourself

From being impressed

Or joyful

Or dependable

That boy in you

Is the man of the house

Pullin’ pigtails and trippin’

Pithy little liar

No need to tell you

That you’re not missed

’Cause you know it

You feared it all along

Best self-fulfilled prophecy ever