I’m afraid to live

In a world without you


I’m afraid of time,

Ever against me,

But impervious to you.


I deny.

My hands shake.

I won’t believe you’re gone,

It feels like a lie.


The memories feel

Like blades in my heart,

Because I know now,

That is all that you are.


My throat burns

With the things

I never got to say.


My eyes wet

With the memories

We never got to make.


This place,

It’s you.

It will always be,


From the baseball hats,

To the pictures of you

With me.


My heart hurts,

Worse than a break

It’s shattered,

And your piece

Has gone away.
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We must live

In a world without you

Writer's Statement: ​This is the second poem written about my Grandpa. I wrote this one the day before his funeral.