Just A Memory

You were gone before I could know who you were.

Even when you were here, you used your hands to communicate

and I was too young to understand.

Mom and Dad had to interpret for me, and even then I was too shy to speak.

Please… come back.         

They tell me you were a writer just like I am,

and that makes me miss you  all the more

We could have clicked on so many levels

We could have written letters to each other, laughed with each other, oh…

Why?

Why did you have to go?

I need you. There’s just some things I can’t tell other people,

but I would have told you.

You could have helped me though life, tell me why my heart was broken,

we could have rejoiced together, cried together.

Why… why!

Come back… come back.

I want to know you. I want to memorize your smile and the way you walk.

What was your sense of humor like?

What was your favorite color?

Come back, grandpa.

Come back.

Author's Note

Image is not mine. Found on Google Images.

Reviews

[Lucien Maier]

Nicely done, Great emotion. Really great flow. This is a very well put together piece. with a very sweet sentiment.

[Kimmy]

This is so beautiful I can feel your emotions through each word. Love it!

[Matthew Bosko]

It's so hard losing someone, I can feel the loss. At the end it feels like you, like many lose logic and thoughts turn to questions, which turns into outcry. He can still help you, even from where he is.

MB