His koffieyah doesn’t hang on the hanger outside of the door anymore. It wouldn’t have hung there anyhow – it’s spring!
His polished shoes aren’t on the step.
His cane isn’t leaning on the wall.
His smile is captured in a picture.
We didn’t leave Grandpa’s forever. Grandpa left ours.
*This is dedicated to all those who have lost someone dear to them.