dawn

[excerpt from my short story: from roma, with love]

I picture her at that moment. a loose balloon sailing into dawn. her memories all meshing back together at once like a broken mirror in reverse. How she would have been smiling on the inside crossing into the light and for the first time in her life, she felt weightless, like her heart wasn’t too heavy for a world not cut out for those rare and precious diamond souls. How can you love someone you never knew? I don’t know how but I can. I do. Until the day I go sailing into the light I'll whisper to the wind the things I'd say to you.