Goodbye

Fresh cut grass and a wave of heat
steps walk past me to go find a seat

A stabbing in my chest
salt floods my mouth

tightly pulled fingers
and air tries to get out

Glancing at death
letting weakness consume me

I only realized when she was gone
what I wanted to be

A builder of history 
a teller of time

A giver of kindness
a guide from crime.

soft hands rest on my shoulder
a weight on my chest heavy like a boulder

faces smeared from rain
weak hugs due to shame

I love you and miss you so much
I wanted to let you know it was my heart that you touched! 

Dedicated to: Martha.P.Slatts (Gran-Gran)