foreshadowing

By lilith connor

Originally published in Teenink’s

Hollow candlelight shadows 

Had meant nothing, overpowered by the wind's 

Leaf-colored footsteps. Better leaves, 

Because the footsteps as she walked away 

Looked like ashes. And, 

If, under the waves of lost remembrance 

There was ever a tide of lost goodbyes, 

-those waves still 

Just for a second. 

Until she says, "never again," 

And makes her last promise.