Jun 16, 2019
Abuelo
Abuelo, I still hear your voice lingering my mind at my time of need.
Time, is something I’ll never have again with you. It’s something that is always wasted but should be cherished.
Air, something I lacked that day for it felt as if I was underwater and I couldn’t take in any oxygen.
Love, is something that is never lost between us.
Memories, are something that we may never had or have enough of but you never cared for I was loved and cared for regardless in your eyes.
Pain, something you’ve felt without the love of your life.
October, the month we both despised, your true loves final breath played on your heart ; leaving you wanting.
Peace, something you and abuela have and something I’m striving to.