Missing Grandpa

Does this darkness have a name?

Who exactly should I blame?

For the sorrow and the pain

That will come to me again?

You’re song lingers in my heart;

As if we'll never be apart.

But when I look at the wooden door

I know that it won’t open anymore.

Sunrise whispers words so sweet,

Also hoping that we meet;

But it’s sunset by the sea

And you aren’t near me.

As I look at the horizon,

And I feel forever broken,

I know grandpa’s over seas –

He can’t hear my painful screams.

In my pocket lies your photo,

Your voice sounds just like an echo,

The books you read surround me –

And yet it’s you I want to see.

You’re holding out your hand so warm

And afraid of another storm,

I reach forward like a toddler –

It’s thin air; not your finger.

When it falls, my lonely tear,

I hold back my biggest fear:

That you’ll never smile again

And I’ll always live in pain.

Gentle eyes hidden behind glasses,

Look at the door that now closes.

For the last time I look back

Knowing now what I will lack.

I feel sunrise hugging earth,

While night gives its one last breath.

But it’s sunset by the sea

And you aren’t near me.