Saying Goodbye

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What if I’m too late
and we can’t say goodbye

What if I’m busy building life
while yours is crumbling down
trying to remember
staring at pictures in frames
matching faces with names
that are fluttering lost
in a different corner of your brain

But I remember
when I used to sit on your knee
licking the foam from your beer
how we ran through your garden
while you were aggravating someone
preferably your daughters
But never me

I hope I’m back in time
so your little monkey can say goodbye

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I wrote this after a phone call with my mom. She told me my grandpa wasn’t doing well, and even tho I knew this already, hearing it again was hard. I already lost another grandparent while traveling, and wasn’t there for my dad when it happened, and I was worried it would happen again. My grandpa’s dementia prevented him from recognizing me even before I left, but I really wanted to see him again before he physically left the world. 

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