Reflections

Whenever I see
Elderly people sleeping
It is the funeral home in august,
and i am standing in front of my grandmother
saying my goodbye's
listening to the soft sobbing,
and wishing i wasn't here.

People move to and fro,
and the soft footfalls are deafening
in the silence.

But this is not my story.
My story is grandparents in chairs
remnicsing good memories
day after day
while i run from the memories
and wish to stop dreaming.


"I wrote this about my grandmothers funeral to help get over the pain i feel because i have been haunted with dreams of it over and over for the last two months."