does it happen in silence, with no one noticing until the time is up, or does it happen so loudly all other worldly sounds drown out?

does it go quickly? or slow enough to hurt for years?

does it leave behind hints of its sweetness, between the pages of books, woven in with the sheets, slipping through the saddest of dreams?

when love leaves, who does it leave behind?

Forget the world, friends--it's gone to those who dream,
As if all these soaring depths could hold us,
As if all these dropping heights
Could pin us to the ground---
Let's fly, friends---
The world is gone.

(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna

My mind
    seeks answers
       My heart
           seeks love
              in the absence
                of my mind

Every time I feel this love,
I feel afraid.
I shiver, as if the dead of winter
Had crept in overnight.
But what is love,
And why does it make us cold---
Or is it the absence of love that chills us?

(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna

Goodnight, my love.
You're leaving.


Sometimes it hits me like a truck at full speed... (gasping)
----I'll never see you again---
And then it's gone as fast as it came:
Like you.


--> So, when you're gone, I'll say,
I glimpsed you,
But I never saw you.
You didn't stay long enough for me to
Get a good look at your face.

(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna