Gone

I can't believe you're really gone,

when I need you here.

Not a day goes by,

I wish I could speak to you.

I detest the fact that I can't

talk to you everyday.

Your words reassured me.

Your presence consoled me.

You were always there for me,

even when you weren't here.

I can't visit with you

and its killing me inside.

The family I confided in, gone.

The family that really cared, lost.

One sided conversations aren't enough,

I need you here for me.

Why did you have to die?

I'm not ready to let go.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is dedicated to my Grandpa and Grandma Cook. I miss them very much.

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