Losing to remember

I often ask myself
ever since the day you left
where do spirits go?
Is there a certain way?

Do you hang around in places
you find hard to let go?
Or haunt around the edges
you left not long ago?

I stay up every night
and hope to catch a glimpse
of a man still filled with life,
to be reminded of who i miss.

My heart reveals a gap
I never once knew it was there.
A gap which showed itself
with the loss of one I care.

Dedicated to my dearly beloved grandfather, I still feel like you have never once left us.