Nana

Sometimes I wake up and miss her more then anything.
I cry and listen to that one song they played for her.
I wish she would be here now and that she wasn't gone.
The other day I woke up and got up out of bed and dressed to go see her.
It wasn't until I got to the front that I realized I will never see her again.
She is gone and she is never coming back.
I was at her house a few weeks ago.
I walked through the halls and down to her room.
I opened the door half expecting to see her in her bed.
My heart dropped when I realized she was gone, the room filled with dust and nick knacks.
I want her to come back. She never should have left.
She should be here right now. She was the one I turned to for everything.
She isn't coming back. She is never coming home.
And every time I realize that it makes me want to join her.