But it isn't you

There isn't any words
To explain how I feel
I have already accepted it
But last time it seemed unreal.

I knew it would happen
It is a matter of life
My granda's death was unexpected
Through my heart like a knife.

We do not have that unique bond
That existed between him and I
I accept that you are tired
And it may be time to say goodbye.

I am aware that I will be upset
But may not be as heartbroken
Gran, I do love you
And will keep our memories as a token.

You have watched me grow up
But life can often be rotten
You have always made me smile
And will never be forgotten.