I never thought it would hurt so much,
leaving all the memories behind.
Taking down the pictures,
throwing away the past.
Walking out the door
with my back turned away
and my head bowed down.
I miss him so much,
this only makes it worse.
He was my grandfather,
my mentor,
my life.
He was taken to soon from me,
with sickness inside, he gave in.
I cry at night for the pain of his loss.
And now I must walk away
from the home he knew.
The home I knew.
Why does the hurt get stronger, and the memories fade away?
