My grandma left me a few years ago.

I can remember it clear as day.
I can remember the last thing she said to me clear as day.
I can remember the last wish she had for me clear as day.
"I want to see you grow up.
I want to see you become the beautiful being I know you are.
I want to be there to say I helped create that."
Maybe she never saw me grow up, but, she did help create me.
She put kindness into my soul and ambition into my heart.
And I hope I live to the greatness she believed I beheld.

But everyone must leave.
And some scar deeper than others.
I remember walking into the hospital room.
She was 60 years old.
I was 11.
Her broken eyes looked towards me and I knew...

Grandma was no longer here.

"Who are you?"
Her words still burn.

All I could manage was,

"I love you"

Then I left, never to see her again.

I coward in the waiting room until I felt a sinking in my chest.
A hole being pludged into my great ship,
Slowly bringing me to the bottom of the sea.

Goodbye, grandma

If you've taught me anything throughout all these years, it would be...

Time doesn't heal.
Time strengthens.

Maybe one day, my boat will sail again.