My dearest heartache, you bury me, down into a place where I can not see. It is dark and lonely, I relied on you solely. Now it is time to see, what a true heartache can be. There can be smiles and laughter and moments that are sought after. I can not be fooled, when my tears create pools. It is cold down in the ground, a place were you here every pound. You hold your ears and beg the noise to stop. It is like thunder, it can wake souls from their slumber. That is heartache, it does not help, even for a humans sake, this is heartache.
I have felt heartache, when my grandfather died during the summer, and when my other grandfather died in December. This is how I felt, they were my best friends.