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A simple thought can almost reduce me to tears.
The pain doesn't seem to dull.
The pain reaches my heart.
The pain reaches my mind.
The thought of you being gone just can't be comprehended.
The thought of never seeing you is far from real to me.
"A dream." I say.
"Yeah...When I wake up you'll be here."
Wishful thinking it is.
I know your gone.
I know your not coming back.
In tears I ask for you to come back.
In tears I ask for you to let me say goodbye.
Let me say it in this poem.
Let me say it in writing.
Goodbye Grandfather.
I love you.
I miss you.
*Dedicated to my Grandpa Marshall who died around 5:30pm today. RIP Grandpa. We love you!!
Died-July 21, 2009
 EmiiBerries · Wed Jul 22, 2009 @ 03:25am · 0 Comments |
