To My Recollection // by Ophelia Gray B. (July 2018)

Her eyes fall like
Shattered glass,
Littering the ground
With tears.
When she falls apart
She does not shatter,
Does not crumble,
Or a wad like parchment.
She simply
Dissolves into
Lingering in the spaces between
Your breaths.
She sends the hairs across your neck standing.
Remember, it says.
Remember me and my
Shattered teardrops
And my gaze falling
Like stardust.