It was the last day November
The ground was shroud in snow
When you took me for a walk
telling me that you had to go
I let tears slip out, weird and warm
I was young and didn’t understand
all I wanted was you to stay with me
to be here to forever hold my hand
I thought my love would keep you here
Or be enough to bring you back
but the weeks turned into years
Was there something my love did lack
my mother sat me down to explain
sometimes people, they have to go away
that grandma had gotten sick
and in this world she couldn’t stay
that it wasn’t a matter of love
she loved more she I could define
that just because she went away
it doesn't make her any less mine