Un-Done
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Un-Done
the shadows covered the canyon like fairy dust tracing
the steep walls in that intoxicating blend
of moonlight and magic
feeling the breath of the tall trees we
listened to the leaves and
the voice of time
and it was here that we came
before we became
undone
and couldn’t remember those starfish dreams
and magazines filled with intoxicating
stories
when fireflies illuminated our memories
and sea horses swam in
our dreams
it was here that we came
to remember
before we became
undone
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
Why is it that beautiful pieces of writing can often be so sad? The words, “…when fireflies illuminated our memories and sea horses swam in our dreams…” conjure images that appear like snapshots. Knowing they are static to the past and without a future sets a bittersweet tone.
