Vivid Imagination
The honest Truth... Grandma I miss you!
I just saw a women losing her hair from a fighting battle. I always wondered why the cells attack the hair follicles, why it wants to show the skeleton before it lays in it’s coffin. To break down and destroy those who watch the victim waste away, watching the flesh off their bones decay more and more everyday. Why can I see your bones when I have never been able to before, why is there nothing I can do but stare in despise and let tears fall to the floor. I’m sorry I feel as though I could have done more, maybe not to save your life but to help your heart feel alright. Nothing no one could say or do to stop an inevitable fate but Lord my God I’m just asking to take back one mistake. I wanna be there to see every bone poke out your skin, I wanna see how far your cheek bones stretch out when you smile, I wanna sit and talk for a while. Yes this may seem strange to wanna watch you waste away but it would make me feel great to know I didn’t leave you alone because this emptiness, this hole.... Is massive and I can’t contain or try to detain my thoughts and fears. Grandma just know I’m sorry for leaving you by yourself when I knew you only needed one person to be there. I’m trying to cope but these feelings keep getting stronger. I’m dying inside grandma, I can’t hold on any longer.
