If this is "The End",
Then why can't I cry?
It's as though being broken
Means I can't hold any tears
They've all slipped away
Through the cracks
Each one, a salt-laced prayer
That this isn't "Goodbye".
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AN:
As you might be able to tell by the title, this is a poem for my Grandpa. He is one of the sweetest people I know, and he has just been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. He's going in for surgery tomorrow morning. It's heartbreaking for everyone; there's a chance he might not wake up. My thoughts - and poems - are with him. <3 We've all just got to keep believing that he's going to pull through this.
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