Poetry by Anna Cahill

At this moment,

I can see sounds and

Taste colors.

In this instant,

I can breathe words and

Feel patterns.

Before you blink,

I can smell emotions

And sense breaths.

I feel everything.

My focus is on nothing,

Yet I am paying

Attention to everything.

The colors are all

Much brighter.

Each heartbeat is

much slower.

Right now,

I’m trying to

Stop thinking…

You

Bright, yellow sun

You were there.

I want to feel you here.

Those nights when

I had stayed.

I cannot.

For the next time

Your violets

The reds and grays

Your tropical blues

Your warm embrace I will refuse.

The colors blend so elegantly.

Your gentle fingers in my hair

Thankful that my time is up

Save those lilacs for me.

All perfectly

Connect the colors in a row.

Save your petals

Unless I choose to be

Free.