The Day You Died

Tue, 03/03/2015 - 20:52 -- JKosche

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The Day you Died I felt

 

Nothing.

 

It's not that I didn't care. No, I did.

But I felt an abyss. Emptiness. A black hole.

No sensation. You dead, I alive

But both, in destiny, tied.

 

My grandfather? Sort of.

You married my grandmother. You were her husband.

I never had a grandfather. Then you came along;

She moved away to live with you - I visited Chicago, that big city - to see you two

But then I came back.

That Day, I got a phone call.

 

She sniffled and cried and said, "Grampa Don died."

But I felt nothing. Because I never had a grandfather before, and 

once again - it's as if I never had a grandfather to begin with.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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