Yours Truly

Is it black or blue?
This body that used to be
you
What am I going to do?
Here on the Earth without
you?
Your crooked smile.
Your witch’s laugh
You

It’s so cliche but that saying is true. I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t always the best granddaughter, but I now see that I loved the hell out of my grandmother. I didn’t see it back then, but I was taking the steps to resolve my issues a long time before she died because of my fears of hurting her. I told someone I don’t know why it took her getting sick to see that. But I guess you can’t see the forest for the trees.

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