This is not another poem about love
More, about when time froze
The loss of the ones we cherished
The ones that we would hold close

Not another poem about love
But, one about pain
I sit here and expect
My life to have gain

But once I did feel love
Once there was no pain
Once I had a grandma
To wipe the tears away

But now she sits in heaven
With silk as white as dove
Waiting for when we get to hug again
And write a poem about love

Sunflowers look to the sun
They yearn for the sweet glow
But once they are lost the turn to the side
And point toward their best bro

There’s always going to be someone better
And she’s going to own your sweater
She knows you better
The light is Heather

Outside it’s getting colder
And inside we’re getting older
You let her cry on your shoulder
I should be bolder

I watch your eyes as she walks by
Her smile brighter than the blue sky
And you leave me hanging dry
I should be quicker with replies

You find out
I explain
You don't accept it
I can't be me

Tears fall.
Not tears of sadness
Or joy
Tears of the pain you caused
You inflicted this never-ending downpour of emotion
You.

Home is where the heart is, they say.
Home is where the hurt is.
Home is where the best memories are, they say.
Home is where I remember his face.
Home is where the heart is, they say.