Somehow~ A poem by me for my grandpop

The echo of your laugh fills the empty room, you left nothing behind but a legacy, a memory or two. I still wait for your voice to ring out "I know you are, but what am I?" Yet all I do is pout. Nothings there. The burn of unsaid words dies in my throat, the thoughts about you swimming through my mind like a boat. I wait for your jokes, I wait for your smile. Oh I wish you'd just stay for a while. The empty void of guilt and regret deepens somehow. I am forever in your debt. Where did you go? Are you here now? Something tells me I'll get along somehow.