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Miss You
Making my way to your porch
Searching for comfort there
Walking up your steps
Only to find an empty chair
I sit down and light up just like we would do
But one things missing
It’s you.
I try to choke down one more drag before I leave.
Because it’s just not the same
When it’s only me.
Your everywhere
In my words, in my thoughts and in my dreams
I can’t bear the thought
You’re just a memory.
I miss you Granny.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
So ‘til the next late night porch visit
With one more cig and one more cry
That was sweet. .
That was sweet.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thank you :)
I wrote this a few days after she was taken from us. Miss her so much.