Kristina Crawford, Forney

Farewell to a Stranger

How do you say goodbye to someone you barely know?

She speaks of the first time we met as if it were just yesterday, speaks of all the days that followed with a voice so fond you could plant flowers in her mouth.

Those days are but a haze in my mind. I feel like I’m missing something important— something vital and irreplaceable. The memories I do have of you are few and far between and fading by the day.

When your time was coming to a close we both pretended like it was miles away. And when it was upon us, I didn’t enter the room. Because we still had forever, right?

So, I chose to never give my farewell.

Sometimes I wonder if I went back, would you still be there? Waiting for me in that skeletal bed, hoping for another picture to pad the sharp lines of those sterile walls with?