UNTITLED
by DanaLynne Johnson
She walked through my window,
passing right through me
and disappeared in the middle of my room
before dawn broke,
before the sky caught fire.
I don't know her.
I don't know why she came,
but I hope she comes back:
I have so many questions
for the beautiful apparition.
I remember long dark hair,
the scent of cinnamon
in the darkness
the silence that is more
than the city asleep.
What was I supposed to learn?
When darkness regained its hold,
I relented,
My eyes closed.
My eyes closed.
