Absence Of My Grandpa

I tend to miss you

Though I know

You will never comeback. 

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 upto 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.