There is nothing
That breaks my heart
More

Those that have passed

Seeing my grandfather
Struggle to live
And his mind
It's fading fast

He sat in his hospital bed
And asked his second son
Where's my mom?
Where's my mom?

She has been dead for five years now
He said after being asked
A fourth time

Reminds me of my uncle
Who lets his phone
Go to voice mail every single time
Because when he hears the recording
It puts a sad smile in his eye
A recording of his wife

The first time I'd heard it
I had nearly cried
Touching as it may be
It hurts all the same

Giving a false hope of life
But death
Is a permanent place

We long to hear them
One last time
See them
One last time
Maybe even just to say
Goodbye

But all of these desires
Bring us pain
Give us a false hope
That maybe they're not
So far away

Even if I wish the same
I will never live
In yesterday

Because I know
That within the present
That piece of her that
Blessed my life
Remains within my heart
And will reside
Until the day that I, too
Will die