The hardest of goodbyes.

I type as I sit in my practical class, just two weeks short of graduating from college. It’s here. I got here and I don’t even know how.  I’m in a city that slowly became home, among people who I slowly learnt to make mine and here I am, slowly preparing my goodbyes. Saying bye…

When I close my eyes

You haven’t changed a bit, I think to myself, you’re still the 20-year-old kid I fell in love with whereas I’m a 65-year-old grandmother full of wrinkles. You smile and ask me if I picked up food for you on the way home. I try to explain to you that I didn’t know I was coming to see you today, death doesn’t come with a phone call