June 8, 2017

I began writing this yesterday. I didn't expect it to end up like this and I didn't expect to write about my grandfather. He died last year. It was the day before my twenty-first birthday. It's been eight months to the day and I'm still coming to the realization that he's gone.

Anyway, here it is.

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The sun will set and

the evening stars will glow,

but you will not come back.

The snow will melt and

new flowering buds will grow,

but you will not return.

Another year will pass,

but I will always know

that I will not see you again.

Yet as I pass your street,

the one named for our family,

I still look for you.