I kept thinking about him today. My grandfather and I were very close, and sometimes missing him hurts so much, I cry. I wrote this poem shortly after his death.

Confusion.
Second to none.
Tormenting not only one -
Or am I?
Can it be
How is it
My life has
Changed.
A single instance
Only one
But with crushing consequence.
My fault?
I think not --
But could I it stopped?
The tears that
Fall
Are cold and gray.
Far away
Unobserved
Shoulders bowed
Heart heavy
With Pain.
Alone.