Just made a poem and wanted to share it because why not.

I May Be Gone

Even though I'm dead I still walk beside you
Unseen, unheard, unspoken of;
In fear that tears will spill but what's so bad about a little salt and water?
You act as if I'm a faded memory, a figment of the past
I meant something to you, I don't even have to ask.
You cried yourself to sleep the day you found out I was gone and yet the next day you forced yourself to be strong.
You held my cold lifeless hand as you breathed out your last goodbye
And watched as the slowly buried me away from sight.
You left me there, cold and alone
Waiting for your return.
I follow you around wanting you to show you care.
You hold my shirt close and tears well up in your eyes
You beg to see me again
Just once or twice, to say your final goodbyes.
You know it isn't possible but it doesn't stop you from trying
You hope, you plead, and I watch in utter silence.
I want to hug you, tell you it will be alright
But you can't see me and I can tell you have already given up on the fight.

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I know it's kinda sad but I kinda wanted to say something since I'm still not over my Grandpa's death. I keep thinking he's somewhere up in Utah only to remember that he's buried under the ground, never to be heard from again. I miss him so much and every thought of him makes me want to cry. I'm gonna go to sleep now.

G'night,
~Fox