I never met my grandfather Ian, I know few things about him but what I do know came mainly from his friend Richard. I might have never met him but I grieve for him or the idea of him. This is a poem I wrote for him.
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He is my brothers best friend. He is way out of my league. But does that stop me from going after what I wanted for such a long time? The boy I fell in love with....