loss

loss

Heavy breathes,
Reviving my soul.
Twenty-six years
And none the wiser.

With age, comes loss.
With age, comes gain.
With life, comes moments.

On the vast sky
Of the timeline of my life.
You were the bright star
Twinkling so many
Of my yesterdays.
I miss you so much.

Quiet, your nature.
Your heart always at work.

Rest now, Grandpa.
We will shine for you.

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