by Anita Knap

I will watch

the world

as it falls.

The colors around me

will melt and

slowly,

ever so slowly,

they will wash

over me, and

the image

that I have been

holding onto

ever so

desperately

will melt

and wash away

with the rest

of the world.

And,

finally,

I will be able to

let You go.

Editor:  AJ Patencio