death: Short Story (edited)


She softly cried in my arms

I didn't hear it at first

But I felt it in my heart

I felt it rattle my ribcage

Felt it sneeking into my heart

Feel the little rhythm of the soft sobs that her crys gave

I held on...

Wanting to hear more...

But I couldn't I was already disappearing

Into the empty air

Into the dark sky

I was only a grandma...

But I was already long dead before I could even say I loved her...

Long dead in my rocking chair..

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