Why

When grandma left us that August night,

I didn't realize what would happen.

It felt like she was away,

Just gone for a day.

I didn't have time to prepare,

I couldn't cry,

I didn't think she died.

Boy, was I surprised.

At the funeral,

I started to cry.

I didn't even bother

To wipe those tears from my eyes.

I remembered all those good times,

Why did she have to die?

I miss her more each day,

It isn't fair,

Why couldn't she still be here?

I didn't get how hard it would be.

Almost three years later,

I still can't face it.

I can't get over the fact that she isn't here anymore.

I'll never be able to hear her laugh again.

The thing that hurts the most though,

Is the fact,

That I never got to say goodbye.