by Eleanor Keith

 

A streak of color

       fluttered past her eyes

      

she tried to grab at it,

     but it began to drift,

                    ethereal, 

        floating,

            streaks,

    letters

                      flying 

               off 

    the page

              dancing around her 

tantalizing the wisp of

              familiarity

 

   she jumped 

               at the

                clouds of something

         she needed,

                        so dreamlike,

   always drifting apart,

 

               slipping 

                  away

     

           her fingers floating right 

                      through it,

                             icelike

 

  her hands caught hold of a single wispy piece

 

she held it up

        barely kept solid in her hands            

she pushed it into her eyes

        breaking apart her 

soft 

glass

   lace

         cornea,

                 

                    she needed to remember

               remember

                           consume it more

                                            deeply

                          press it into her skin

                                       until it was seared to her

                        mind,

                              eyeballs empty,

always playing,

               never let go,

                          it’ll just drift away, too

                  

                          a memory replaying, 

                          replaying

                          replaying

                          keep it there

                          keep

                          keep

                           fading

                               it’s fading

                                        grab it

                                             

                                  gone.