***
I found you,
after a fashion.
I found the memory
of a dragon
who found you,
sixteen years through witch school,
less than half her way toward graduation
(if it took you as long as it took me).
If he ate you
right after you walked through the portal
he probably wouldn’t have remembered you,
so I wouldn’t have touched this memory of you either.
The strings of fate
never lie
(no lies)
and they told me
I’d torn us apart for all time
but they never said
the tearing feeling would end in the time it
took my boot
to break your chalk runes–
this memory
didn’t bring us together
it just made me hurt for you more
or less
since you did betray me,
but worse or less
the strings said
torn apart
and I guess they also made sure
to keep those wounds fresh.
Jordyn Saelor 