Watching someone disappear slowly is its own terrible grammar. There are moments they look right at me and I can feel the person I know flicker and go dim. I am grieving someone who is still here and somehow that makes me lonelier. Every small decline feels like an event nobody else heard. I keep trying to memorize the voice before it changes again. I am grieving someone who is still here and somehow that makes me lonelier.
For the mother I miss while she is alive