Unfinished stories

Losing grandad shattered my world like thunder cracked the sky, with nana, I barely knew her, just whispers of goodbye His stories wrapped around me, a warm and steady light yet with my nana's fleeting laughter, I ache for what felt right. His absence leaves an echo, a heaviness in my chest, while with nana, I felt lost, a love I never knew best. In the silence I still hear their names, one left a legacy, while the other slipped away, granddad's love, a fire that burned so bright, nana's memory, a shadow at night.