Does anyone notice when an old woman dies?
She wasn’t a tree in the woods,
She isn’t schroedinger’s cat
Why isn’t the world screaming, dying…
Why am I the only one I can hear crying, even as quiet as it is..
I don’t want to ask these questions…
Should I feel bad, that I didn’t feel this with papaw..
Am I bad for that?
I loved him too, just as much
Maybe I just had closure there moreso than here
I didn’t say I love you enough, but do we ever?
She was so small, so very small, but never a small woman in anyone’s eyes.
Pillar she was to me, anchor
Buffalo games, long vacation rides..an understanding ear and a blueberry pie
Why the hell is the sun shining so bright, it should be out…
Put that fucking thing out. Stop it’s shining.
I can’t believe it hurts this much. No one else did
I thought I had a handle on death, a grip
Am I lying to myself? Maybe in age I feel it more?
Twisting burning hating loving missing crying screaming pain….
Jesus, give her the fuck back….make her whole again
Make her my mamaw again.
I was moving, moving home again. Going to be there
Why didn’t I do it sooner?
Shit shit shi…
All these things she was, but more
She was love,
And God I am going to miss her with all my being….
Died this day, and not enough people wept…But I think I hear a little of the world groing smaller