I never knew when you left me,
Was it the Tuesday that poured with rain?
Maybe the Wednesday we watched cricket.
I didn’t think it would happen at first,
We were inseparable, all those memories and stories we made.
But I’ll always remember the last words you said to me:
Don’t call me that! I’m not your granddad, love.
All those years together had disappeared,
I wasn’t your little solider anymore.
We had become strangers to each other,
Was it this moment, I ask, that it had stolen you from me?