I miss you, abuelito

I want to touch

My grandpas wrinkled

Tough hands

Just once more

But I know I never will again

And I think I've come to terms with the fact that I will never get to hug him again

Or even hear his laugh

I want to wrap my arms around

His tired body

I want to be with him and hear him whistling while he is cooking

I want to be with him and I know I will one day

But for know I will soak myself in memories

I never knew pain like this, before he left

But I do now

And it sucks