I found a faded photograph 

Of my grandparents

Not the grandparents you’ve met

My grandmother who died of cancer

The one I’m named after

My biological grandfather who killed himself

The one we don’t talk about

My grandmother’s handwriting stains the back of the polaroid 


To the sweetest guy I ever went with;

I’ll always have feelings for you

Sooner or later maybe we can work this out 

I know we are right for each other

Remember me always

Someday I may be your wife




I wondered if she still believed those words

After they didn’t work out

After they weren’t right for each other


But I can promise you, 

I will always believe in the words I’ve written you.



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