Grandpa

Word count: 43

Warning: References to death (non-graphic).


March eleventh, twenty seventeen

That was when you left me

Your hugs, your smile, your laugh as well

Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t well?

I’m trying my hardest not to cry

But I hope you’re happy, up in the sky

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The First Eclipse

Word count: 149

Warning: Sadness, frequent mentions of death


Your eyes remained closed

You did not utter one word

You didn’t sit up

And say, “Hey, ‘Shanie!”

And then, so suddenly,

I was falling, falling

So fast and crashed

Into the black, cold abyss,

A growing pain inside my chest

As I fell deeper still

A sparkling glint caught my eye, oh!


Coins upon coins, watches,

Frames full of pictures

Painful memories flash before my eyes

Alas, the pain grows

To be so unbearable

I look upon my chest,

And through the flesh and bone,

My heart, my vulnerable, weary heart,

Had broken in two

All the pain,

All the sadness,

All the struggles

Had been

Too

Much

The tears cascaded down my face

This man, who loved me until the very moment he died,

I would never see for decades to come

“I love you, Grandpa.”

I whispered desperately,

But he did not hear