Stranger I went to my grandmother's house the other day. Inside, it was cold, and sad. I walked slowly. Everything seemed different. I remember going to my grandmother's house used to be all fun and laughter, I loved it there. But it all had changed. I felt as a stranger. I knocked on one of the doors. I slowly opened it. It was dark and cold, and sadness invaded my body. On the border of the bed, I saw her. Her hair had fallen off, she had lost a lot of weight and she was looking in the mirror, crying. She turned around and looked at me. She forced a smile but she couldn't keep it on her face any longer. I shed a tear, I wiped it off and I smiled back. That was the last day I ever saw my aunt. And I really miss her.

Both Of Us I can still remember The smile on your face I can still remember The smell of your clothes, Of your hair. I can even remember The sound of your voice And the way you walked. Yesterday I read The letters you gave me And I remembered All the memories We had together And they were amazing And for nothing I would change them. But you will always be here I know it. Here with me. Maybe not physically, But in my heart and in my mind, In the air, in the sky, in the stars. Everywhere. Both of us. Together, forever.