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Just One Last Time
I'm a broken mess without you here
To hold me close and love me dear.
I miss the smell of your apple pie.
I wish that you didn't have to die.
I wish that you could see me now.
I wish there was a way somehow.
A way to feel your arms around me.
One last time, then I'll let you free.
Just one more hug and a kiss goodnight.
Just one more touch, and I'll be alright.
Just one last dance around the room.
Just one more hour of you to consume.
Just one more minute of boiling stew.
Just one last chance to say, "I love you."
One last waltz is all I ask.
Moving on is a difficult task.
Just one last chance so I won't have to cry.
Just one more day, not a last goodbye.
Just one last laugh so I can see your smile.
Just one last hug that'll last a while.
Just one more smell of your perfume.
Just one more nap in your bedroom.
Just one more time to braid my hair.
Just one last chance to say, "I care."
Just one last memory to keep in my head.
Just one last life that isn't dead.
What I ask can never be true,
But Grandma just know, I'll always love you.
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My grandmother died when I was eleven years old. She was my best friend. I could tell her anything without being judged. She was my rock, my anchor. I lost it when I lost her. I did everything wrong. I felt so lost without her. I remember a few days after she died, I walked over to her house and sat on her bed. I held her pillow close and just enclosed myself in her bed just to smell her and feel close to her. I didn't leave that house for at least two hours. I grabbed her perfume and took it home with me, along with a few of her t-shirts that I have to this day. Hold on to those you love. Don't take them for granted. You never know when they could slip through your fingers.