It feels like it should be raining. It feels like I should be walking down a silvery city street. It feels like I should be walking alone until I just can't walk anymore.
If I were walking away, and someone were standing behind me, they would hear my footsteps fade like heart beats. It would be easier to hear that than to say goodbye.
Tonight I heard my Granny's voice for the first time in probably six years, but probably for the last time. It is strange for me because I never see my Dad's side of the family, but they never forgot about me and my brothers. I am glad I got to talk to her before the end, but I feel very alone in this struggle. I found that I couldn't say goodbye. I just said, "It's been too long."
No comments:
Post a Comment