Dear Grandma

"Why is it so cold outside if the sun is shining?"

You said you didn't have an answer.

I feel like that a lot

now that you're gone.

Like you've become this ongoing force,

this celestial body that I know

still exists,

encouraging life to move forward.

But I can't seem to shake the chill

of your physical absence.

I know I asked a lot of questions.

I miss your answers.

I miss even when you didn't answer.

When you chose not to elaborate

on the Earth's hemispheres,

you didn't know that the same question

I asked in childhood

would serve as a mirror to reflect this future grief

for you.

My axis.