I went on a walk, I found a tree, In its branches, Was your face staring back at me. I began to cry, I couldn’t stop, It made me realize how much I miss you, Since you’re gone. I know it’s been years, But it still burns, I find myself shedding tears, As the world continues to turn. I still hear your voice, Playing on repeat, In my head, In a desperate plea, To convince myself, With a placebo, That perhaps, You didn’t leave us alone. But it’s getting faint, As I forget, How your voice once sounded, But I don’t want to lose you yet. How can I move on, From someone, Who touched my heart, Now that you’re gone?
Another poem for my late grandma on my father's side.