The shadows lengthen quickly
On the last day with my grandmother
I want to remember every detail
How she likes her tea weak
The subtle bite of the Dutch cheese
Always found in her
Just adequately stocked fridge
The quietudes of space that ripple between us
The way light holds sound still beneath the waves
I know these details will fade
Just as her attachment to life fades
I can see her staring out into the distance
Becoming less and less of this world
Bowing out of this flow
Misty-eyed moving to a place I can't yet see
And still, the jasmine blooms outside her door
Sweet perfume lingering for a moment
Before sighing away.