A poem I wrote for my Grandfather Royce Luiken when I was 10
I held your hand, but couldn't keep you from dying.
I wanted to say goodbye, but the words wouldn't come out.
I wanted to say "i love you" but put it off and thought "i'll say it later,"
and then forgot all together.
I cried for hours and thought,
"Why me? Why now? When i need it so much?"
And then you were going. I cried uncontrollably for the next hour or two.
It was true. I missed you already.
I just wanted to you to know
I love you.
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