“Forget me not”, crooned the wind through the canyons. “Never”, whispered the girl on the ledge. Her hair whipped her face and hid her eyes from the sky.
“Forget me not”, sighed the peaks cloaked in night. “Never”, she sang, dancing into the air, for she weighed no more than an echo of her voice. And her voice weighed less than the thought of the darkest angel raising his face toward heaven to catch a glimpse of her descent.
And she came like a comet, or a fiery bolt thrown from the war engines of the cleverest of men.
“Forget me not” said God.
“Never”, she said, “never”.
-dennis landi ©2006
