Wish You Were Here
I remember my last visit to you. It was in the early summer I think.
Your house was ever so welcoming, I never wanted to blink.
My time with you was precious, that much I knew, and while I was there it seemed like time slowed down, down down.
Down.
Down.
Your life was brutal, childhood ruined. Yet through it all you showed hope, hope, hope.
Hope.
Hope.
What I would give to have one last visit with you.
One last chance to not think I was so cool, cool, cool.
Cool.
Cool.
I squandered
my final days with you in person,
Listening to my headphones, instead of listening to you.
Why didn’t you warn me, I would never see you again?
I still grieve for you, and I feel
down, down down.
Down.
Down.
You are my grandpa, and I, I am your foolish granddaughter,
I’m sorry, sorry, sorry,
Sorry.
Sorry.
Now I know.
Savour time with the people most cherished,
for I now covet time with my grandfather.
By: Chloe '22
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