I was upset when he left me.
I lost myself, my bitter self.
My heart was broken.
He was gone.
Gone, forever
I miss him.
My humerous, lovable, handsome grandfather.
I see him, visions in my dreams.
Sometimes, I hear him.
His raspy, sweet voice
But that’s in the past,
Even though he’s still with me
I cry.
But I still continue to rise.
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