It took me only days to love you,
Yet it's taking me a lifetime to forget you.

I don't remember how our faces look like
but I know yours was so beautiful
I don't know what our names are
but I know yours brings comfort
I don't know who I am
but you are here

She sheds her memories like the filaments of a dandelion clock. Fragile and irreplaceable, they slip and tumble beyond her grasp; displaced in one breath, one word, one conversation.

Searching for what might have been in the diary of her imagination, she finds only scattered pages and missed entries. She hopes that tomorrow will be a better day. But tomorrow was yesterday.

Reflections in the puddles scream at every raindrop on her face, as she was forced to forget you.

Hate feeling alone.
Not knowing when to let go.
Love seeing your face.
Even on a cold winters day.  
I’d risk it all for you.
You make my cheeks go pink.
It’s funny since you wouldn’t think,
that I love you oh so much.
I get overwhelmed by your slightest touch.

ARTIST

An artist all lonely at the end of the day
Sat in her room all alone to paint
She got out her brush and colored her canvas red
She wished on the star that soon she’d be dead

Her brush was a blade that made smooth strokes
Her paint was bright red and caused her to choke
Her throat was her canvas, big and wide
She wished on the star that could no longer hide

She feared being loved because in the end it was fake
She feared giving trust since she knew what’s at stake
All she wanted was peacefulness there as she laid
She dropped the blade and smiled, for it wouldn’t be long
Till she was finally free and for the last time she prayed

“Dear lord please forgive me for the sins I have made
Tell mommy I love her, I will soon fade.”
And with her last words she laid still on the bed
And envisioned the promise land bright in her head.

-Kaylynn Little

a black cowl is over her
deliberately shuttered
in an unlit windowless room
so when I open my eyes
she is invisible,
a lemon whiff
peeling away,
a piano c note
on a whole beat
struck three times,
to tingle skin,
ping the tuning ear,
enough to know-now-ow-w
the first great rain of her,
the steps to her
now a thousand
clear receding lights
causing blinks
needing their
very own cowls,
leaving her-er-r
r last lost space