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Do I delete you?

Or do I let you stay?
Grandpa, it's been seven months
and you're still on my email contacts.
Every time I hover over the delete button, I hear your laugh, your voice telling me you believe in me, and I falter.
I don't want to lose this, it's one of the only pieces I have left of you. But you're gone and by saving this, I'm keeping you here.
You loved it when I wrote to you, you said I had real talent.
I miss hearing your voice, always loving and encouraging.
The mouse hovers over the button, my finger presses down;with that simple action, the last tangible momento I have of you is gone.
But you are always in my heart, you are not gone, you have been set free.





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MaxRide said...
Dec. 8, 2011 at 8:44 am

really sweet, really understandable.

I love your name!  (sorry, random)

this almost made me cry.

~Max <3

 
angelofmusic replied...
Dec. 15, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Aw, thanks! Sorry I almost made you cry! This poem is sad but true, only my grandfather's email is still on my contacts. I really do need to set him free.
 
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