Silver lined memories float through the colorless air
Air that once held emotion, promise
Air that once greeted you with passions from nature
Colors that rolled off the trees and blew in the warm
southern breeze and dripped off the souls united and happy
Stolen
By the same force that snagged down and took my heart as it
took her life
Broken gravel echoes
as I stagger towards a glimmer
Texture in a desolate
world
Chapped cracked
fingers catch the silk memory
Suddenly immersed in
a kaleidoscope orb of vibrance
Cherry hair gleams
Eyes splashed by the
sky
Soul touched by the
earth
And all in between
She was my color
Radiating light and
love
All the time in the
world
Blindly in our hands
As we sit aimlessly
By the cerulean sea
But softly, at the
moment
stuck in a black and
white world of 13 year old memories
The trees are bare, what they once wore lies dead
Dead beneath the muffling white blanket
Trodden on so thoughtlessly
Individuality crushed beneath busy soles
Boots connected to people who don’t have time to
Stop
And help a fallen girl
That was me, too
Caught up in empty promises
Only skimming the surface of life
I didn’t notice she was drowning
Because I never slowed down enough to look beneath the surface
of the water
The sky cries along
with me
As I desperately
grasp at the shimmering trails
The futile attempt to
not lose her
Although I feel the
frost bite at my fingertips
This is the last
chance
To awaken from the
bleak nightmare
Darkness nonexistent at
the moment
Carefully tucked behind
a smile
Of gossamer and nostalgia
Sitting gently
On fields of green
Dotted with dandelion
flowers
Dandelion sun
rays shoot past our
faces
I can feel the warmth
I can feel her hand on
mine
Soft
I run my fingers over
every
crease of her hand
knowing there is rich
crimson blood
pushed by her beating
heart
which, she says
is filled with
Happiness
NO
Silver lined memories float through the colorless air
Memories that once held honesty, promise
Memories I once believed to be true
But
The color was a façade
She did not see any color as she twisted
The rough pale rope
into a knot
into a knot
And slipped it around her white neck
Clear plastic tears collapsing down her face
She did not see any color
as she stepped off the blank chair
as she took the color out of
the world
of so many others
silver lined memories snow softly to the ground
at the time they were tangible
but now they are as empty as the earth
where they lowered her coffin.
