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 silent goodbyes
listening to the soft sobbing
and wishing i wasnt here

people move to and fro
as the soft footfalls become deafening
in the silence

But this is not my story
my story is grandparents remniscing good memories
while i run from the memories
with the wish to stop dreaming