I wished you were still here.
So when I’m feeling low, you’d drive me around to my favourite places in town.
So when I’m at lost, you’ll bring me out from this maze.
Years have passed and as I grow older, images of you are still vividly etched inside. I still remember your angry face, i still remember how peacefully you lied there, motionless with no pain.
Once, I wanted to visit our favourite hideout. But it wasn’t there anymore.
Always in mine, grandpa.