A fleeting touch

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A fleeting touch

Our fingers brushing
Tears in our eyes
Our last moment
Before he dies

The last words I heard were " I love you"
His last words spoken to me
The last time I saw my grandpa
I'm alone, there's no longer a we

This one moment I'll treasure forever
With all my other memories
They are all kept in my heart
To remember for eternity

For my grandpa, ily

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