Because You'Re Gone Poem by Mary Cieslak

To Grandpa Larry

Standing there, all alone.
Because of you.

No one now at my side.
Because of you.

Because you helped me.
Because you healed my broken heart.
Because you made me believe.
Because you gave me hope.

Because together we made the image that marks the place where you lay now.
Because you would’ve wanted that.

Because the breeze slowly moves around me
Almost whispering to me
As if
You were there.

Because you were.

But then it fades
Because you did also
Just before your last breath

Because no happy memory can stop these tears

Because every soft whistle of wind through the trees
Reminds me of you

Because no words of comfort can make me feel as safe,
Just as secure, like you did.

Because you passed on, and the world seems free
Except for one person-me.

Because no amount of healing can mend a broken heart.

Because you’re gone.