R.I.P grandpa...
May 27th, the day of my convocation, you entered heaven’s gate
Leaving the white house with a Mono Lisa smile
Your infectious disease caused the crowd around your bed in tears
The sniff of noses, the wipe of tears, the sound of constant choking from crying
The moment has gone into chaos, terrified, walking out with disbelief.
Hearts broken into millions & merely impossible to reassemble
Many with insomnia
Eyes working hard, constantly manufacturing teardrops.
Night passed.
Sun arrives with sharp stings, but headaches and heartaches dominates
Sudden influx of memories charges in arrays. Bitter Sweet!
White flags pulled, surrendered.
When Denatonium, a compound of extreme bitterness, walked past the tongue
There comes a moment of awakening
Reality tells us so; the natural process each one goes,
None can escape from Mr. Fate.
Visit you one last time, June 9th, here I come.
With no regrets, I loved you.
You did all you could to support your beloved.
A stubborn, but caring person I loved, am loving, and will always love.
You know: there is a very special place deep inside my heart reserved just for you.
Remember to come and visit whenever you can!
Comments (2)
my thoughts are with you juno! stay strong!
He'll always live in your memory.
If you need anyone to talk to, lemme know