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.