the slightest thing can move me
one way or the other.
life has been divided
into before and after.
i lived with my grandmother
almost my entire life
she was a second mother.
how does one let that go?
she was a friend
a dear friend
and now we're separated
i miss her wink
the way she called my name
how she would tilt her head
and laugh - eyes closed
and i am so
fucking pissed
that she is not here
for me to love
anymore
but i am trying
very hard
to get over it.
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