By Andrea Laws
we saw your face but
couldn’t hear your voice
in static silence,
we chose
advantage and naivety
we touched your skin but
couldn’t smell your hair
overbaked goods staring into
polluted waves crashing onto
hollowed beaches
we tasted your mouth but
couldn’t receive your breath
to become one
to save the dream
to live the illusion
we dreamt of saving you but
it was too late
east storms gathered
west earthquakes shattered
southern desert sand battered
we wished you would
come back
as the north snow covered,
devouring all senses to
begin the end
we waited for us to
mean something
denying your corpse
decomposing memory
fading in farewell’s goodbye
About the author:
Andrea Laws currently resides in Lawrence, KS, working in the field of scholarly publishing for the University Press of Kansas. She graduated from the University of Kansas, with a B.A. in English, with a focus on creative writing, and a B.A. in Film Studies, with a focus on film theory and criticism. Her poetry has been published in three compiled books of poetry, and featured on twelve literary websites, journals, and blogs. Her influences have been from the masters of gothic literature, but she would like to think that she has a modern voice to this genre, with her incorporation of current themes with an “old school” format. Andrea wants her readers to have a sense of longing and desire to seek the unknown and always want more by understanding what her words mean to them. She is a nature-loving, dark enduring, Kansas girl that seeks to break barriers of stereotypes.