Unknown Woman

You sat in the stool next to mine, your hair styled by a student who hadn't a clue what she was doing. You reminded me of my grandma. You seemed sad. Grandma was dying, she was sad too. This struck me as terribly, for lack of a better word, sad. I looked away, eyes clouding with tears, and thought for the first time about how i'd miss my grandma when she died. The stylist finished your cut, someone picked you up, and you left. Sometimes when I think about Grandma, your sullen face invades my mind. I hope where ever you are, you're happy.