al-fatihah

there she was,
lying in the room just like the way when i first arrived last time.
only this time, she wasn’t sleeping anymore.
i couldn’t see her face as they covered her with a white cloth.
mom sat next to her, crying.
i told myself to get her, hug her.
but i walked to the kitchen instead.
stood there, confused, numb, trying to pull myself together.
someone came to hug me n told me it’s ok.
but it wasn’t ok.
she’s gone.

grandma’s gone.