The gaping hole

I miss them Every day I see something that reminds me of them see them everywhere I wake up in the morning And drag myself out of bed They left to soon They took a part of me I try to stay composed For the sake of having no questions asked I try to force a smile Some days it feels like I am smiling When really I have more of a frown on my face They haunt me The memories The voices The ghosts Of the past and those who have passed on I dream at night and I see them When I go to touch them they disappear and I wake up I stand still when I see them In hopes that it is real But then I finally have to move somehow They disappear I feel it there The gaping hole that they left there Each one took a piece Some bigger than others If only heaven had visiting hours I would hug my great grandparents I would talk to my moms exboyfriend about her I would meet my grandpa I would ask my friends why they did it But unfortunately there is no visiting hours There is no way to see them unless they show themselves So for now I will just sit and wait