Goodbye grandma
I knew it was coming
Years in the making
Things werent right after grandpa died
Must feel like a constant acid trip
The mind..
Slowly going, going, gone
I touched her
She didnt feel real
Stiff. Cold. Like a doll.
A human sized, happy doll.
Her whole body shifted
When i touched her arm.
I stroked her hand,
Touched her rings.
I remember I touched her face too?
I stumbled against her casket, drunk
For one last goodbye
Seems morbid.
Seems wrong
She seemed happy tho