A Letter To My Dead Grandfather

Hello
I know
It's been a while since I talked to you
And now after a while I'm here
Please, don't interrupt me
I know you'd like to
Cause I know you well, my dear

Or maybe not
But now I'll never figure

I'd like you to know that I'm alright
It's not because you've died
Don't laugh at me... I'm sorry
If only you could see the tears I cried

I saw you laying here inside your coffin
I saw the ashes too, at least the bright red box

Grandmom then brought your phone, your socks
Your glasses and your hat
All the material stuff
She kept pain to herself, but still there was enough
For us to share
We shared it anyway

I guess that's true, I guess that's how we pay
For loving people dearly
We hurt, we cry, we treat our ego well
I don't believe in hell
Because I saw it
We all saw now our personal cold hell
But mine was burning
It's not the mourning
It's just the feeling of emotional prison cell

And yes, I know, it's pointless now to suffer
But that's what we, the silly people, do
You were a boy, a man, you were a father
And now you've gone into the deep of blue


I know, it's been a long time and I'm sorry
I tried to overcome the pain
The lump inside my throat
At least your end can't be described as gory

My words are messy, yes, but so are now my thoughs
So one more thing, just one and I let go
I know that you've been dead through all these months but...
Just tell me, when will you come home?..