I miss him dear

Dedicated to my Grandfather on his sixth death anniversary.
Like ye, I can never aspire to be.

On his death anniversary,
when I say,
'I miss my Grandfather'
and commemorate his non-existence
with an evocative eulogy,
which invites
a few tears here
and a few smiles there,
I actually am clinging
to the scant plankton
(of fading memory
and undulating sorrow)
wandering since long
in the dark tempestuous seas -
eviscerated and desultory.

I thought I missed him
because I had loved him enough.
But I miss him
because I could not love him enough.

He's been gone,
since long.

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Poet's Note: The poet convulses at his own revelation that he does not miss his Grandfather anymore. With each passing year, the pleasant past the poet shared with his Grandfather and the memories entrenched therein seem to slip away. What's left is a reminiscent of his then mirthful and now shredded past.