Imminent

This is a poem I wrote when I was watching my grandmother go through dementia.

It's hard to write these words

I didn't really think you'd forget me

Or our relationship 

Last week you knew me

Now you think I am my mother

Not the granddaughter that you shared things with 

Like love and encouragement

I miss you 

The loss of you left a gaping hole

That I am floundering to fill 

Gaping, mouth open 

No breath to fill it

Loss is poignant

Strong

Painful 

Loss is empty 

Isolating and floating

Loss is also filling

I am stuffed

Not hungry 

Because I'm filled with sad air