I miss her.

Once again I found myself here.
Alone, in my head.
I turned up my music as loud as it would go.
The piano is slowly soothing my sorrows.
I was the flashing light of the silent TV.
Tears fall down my face.
I think of her and how I wish I had her back.
I miss her.
She kept me strong.
I can hear my parents fight down stairs.
All I can think of is how its only been 9 months.
So much has changed.
I miss her.
She was my rock.
That rock crumbled.
I fell down.
I still haven’t gotten up.
I can’t get up.
I miss her.
All I can think of is her last words to me.
“Hopefully I’ll still be here.”
Her fragile figure.
I didn’t want to leave.
But I had to be strong for her.
For my family.
I miss her.
I miss you Grandma.
I love you.
You’re in my heart always.