Day by Day by Anyah Jackson

Every day I dream that 

I could touch the stars 

And that golden meadows

were filled with butterflies,

where the air smells

of fresh lavender.

I wish that clouds 

could stop time, 

so that sleeping is

endless. 

I long for brokenness

to be bandaged.

Only make promises 

if you plan on keeping them. 

I hate when I find the key

to the door that you locked

and shut, 

Our memories time lapse 

with every pulse. We seep

into the cotton like

cumulus; absorbing

simplistic sorrows; 

raining out remedies. 

I pray that my pen 

stops writing about you.

I’ve exhausted hope

And disregarded desire.

Ink bleeds when 

paper and pen 

meet. 

The fire that lived 

in my eyes, died.

You blew it out 

and I can’t seem to 

rekindle the 

flame.