her eyes held
an entire universe
her soul glittered
those eyes were
enough to undo him
He had found
a way to
cast the darkness
These words sound better
when they flow in the ink
from my pen,
and permanently stain the page--
Before dawn, it was broken
dropping from the sky like a murdered star.
Even when we are wayward particles
built of collected gas and dust
wafting through empty space--
even then, we will remember.
Most memories fade with time,
but what remains are the paths not taken,
She never intended to make waves
to create an upsurge
to forge a movement
I'm not quite sure what I would say if I saw you again.
I know things I could say, but I'm not certain I could be that angry.
Be that childish.
It is possible we would walk by each other on the street
not even acknowledging one another.
Just like we were strangers.