That's all it takes to drive that knife deeper in my heart , twisting and wrenching it out and putting it back in.
They say it gets easier each year, but it doesn't and I still miss you.
You were the one of the greatest people I ever had the privilege of knowing ,
I love you grandpa I miss you, I hope to see you soon , not in this life but in the next.
YOU ARE READING
Absinthe Poetry.
PoetryWARNING THE WRITING IN THIS BOOK MAY BE TRIGGERING : Talking with you is like Morse code, To the world it doesn't make sense, But to us the words and taps mix in a beautiful melody. One tap. I like you. Two taps I want you . Three taps. I think I...
