A Memory

I wrote this after my grandmother died.

I feel sad and alone.
I remember why and the tears start to fall.
Then a flashback starts and I see the face,
The face that makes it feel okay.
I remember the good times,
And laugh to myself.
I remember I'll never see that face again,
And the tears start falling.
I cry and cry
To know that face is just a memory is too much.
A memory that feels so real.....