Wet Kisses

I miss him

and the wet kisses I used to shy away from

He's gone, but still I think he'll be in his wheelchair at the table,

slowly spooning small bites of food into his mouth

Or sitting in front of the t.v. with eyes glazed over

After awhile he couldn't carry on a conversation

I wish I had sat with him more

even if we didn't talk

Time

I want it back

just to sit with him

and get one more

wet kiss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this after my grandpa died. This is what I remember most about him

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