Poetry – Heartbreak – Alyssa Greco

Cassandra

Isaw this girl once in my dream. I open my eyes to see her standing there in a field of indigo lupines. There she stood, bare feet in the soil, wearing a wheat-colored tulle dress that flows in the wind. Her eyes, full of stars, misty and wistful. Those eyes spilling diamonds, making kaleidoscopes in the light. A weary smile adorned her tear-streaked cheeks. Though standing still, it seemed like she danced in the wind. In her hands, a broken hourglass, pink sand slipping through her delicate fingers; a symbol of passed time and lost love. She ran her hands along the blades of feathery grass as she hummed a melancholy tune. Just one look into her torrential eyes and you get swept up by a storm. It was as if she were screaming for help through her sealed pink lips. She seemed so fragile, as if one touch and she would vanish into thin air.

Maybe it was all just for a moment that I saw you swaying among the flowers. That one moment in an eternity, playing over and over again. What is it that I keep wandering around looking for? There’s something mysterious and alluring about you that draws me in like a siren’s enchanting melody, urging me to that red line. I feel as if I am grasping at straws just to reach you. Is it the rose-tinted glasses that I see through? You make everything seem glassy, that bright aura, shining like heaven’s beacon in my eyes. I wonder if you’re wandering out there somewhere. Time passes by and the days become the same, just one day in a journey so long. I wonder where’s the end; if there ever will be an end. How many seasons have passed since the day we met? Each and every day feels short as your spring.

On a shooting star, I dreamed of her, of that day that I could reach for her and touch her with my arms. But where are we now?

Lybah Haque, 12 flash fiction