Absence Of Grandpa
Absence Of Grandpa
I tend to miss you
Though I know
You will never come back.
I tend to feel your presence
Though I know
You are not around me.
I tend to see you
Though I know
You are not here.
I tend to cry in alone
Because I know
No one will wipe my tears.
I tend to hide my pain
Because I know
No one will understand that pain.
Sometimes I feel like running up to you
But then I would tend to realize
That Pictures don't talk.
I tend to miss you
Though I know
You will never ever come back.