Writing

Somewhere in a far off future, I am

                dancing

When I was five, I remember running across an open field on some warm summer day. We were flying kites, and I chased the one shaped like a bird, imagining I was flying right with it.

Inside I am falling apart

Like rain clouds, I hold it in till I burst...

Tears running down my face like a rainstorm

Wanting to scream as loud as the thunder, because maybe, just maybe, someone will hear my cries...

When I look at mirrors, they don't break, but they bend and warp and fold in on themselves.

I'll forget

(the exact words,

too many to remember)

(I wish I wouldn't,

I want to have you with me

always)

what you said.

I'll forget

(if we shared lunch

or went downtown

The air tasted like rust and regret.