the other night, a girl came to me.
she was sitting beneath a twisting willow, with white lilies sprouting outward from its branches.
she was not sad, not exactly, but she was quiet
she tucked back her thick, curly white hair with pale fingers,
and she told me,
"you shouldn't sit under this tree."
"it eats memories," and she began to stroke its trunk, and she said,
"i know because it ate mine."
but i sat under the tree with her, because it truly was lovely,
and eventually began to fade
as i slowly forgot
i remembered her, though.
she held my hand all the way through, and
if i could just recall her face
i know that she would have been sad,
but i know she would have still smiled softly.
with lilies scattered in the wind, white as her hair but never touching her,
where i slowly faded in her lap,
i remembered her whispering,
"you'll be okay."
this dream i had a few months ago is still on my mind all the time. i think about her a lot