goodbye

for her.

The wrinkles engraved into her skin
were nothing less of elegant

but you could tell,
from her smile, her breath,
soft sighs, and a light
in her eyes that spoke of tragedy,
that she was wasting away;

far too quickly for me to catch my breath.

Now there's an empty room filled with memories,
a vacant space filled with images,
I try every day not to think about it
but my bones creak likes her's with the weight of suppression,

sometimes I'll let it cross my mind
so I can let myself say good-bye once more.

Reviews

[Lexi Richard]

Beautiful and sad. Nicely done.

[the penumbra]

Thank you!

[Laura Lynn]

that's very sad, was this your great-grandmother?

[the penumbra]

It was my grandma.