The Ramblings of a Grieving Man
Though I only met you a handful of times.
Like pen on paper you’re imprinted in my mind.
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help bare your pain.
But there will always be a place in my heart for you to remain.
We were nothing in the grand scheme of things.
A grain of sand washed around in an endless ocean of unfathomable size.
But you were my grain of sand.
A grain of sand blown into a grand windowpane, you let the light into my life.