Funeral

He was the closest thing I had to a grand-father
I never knew my grand-fathers or my father
I put my black shirt on
My dark trousers too
I put eye liner and my glasses on
I got in the car and felt strange
I'm never going to see him again
Tears rolled down my cheeks
And I quickly wiped them off
When I got to the funeral my heart sank
All those sad faces
And his face so peaceful in his open coffin
I held my breath and tried fighting back the tears
And cried like everyone else did
He was gone and I never got to say goodbye
Or tell him how I cared about him