By Fae Dowae
I will let my eyes
adjust to
the colors as they
fade and
the world takes on a
muted tone.
Colors will be less vibrant
than before, and
everything will
wilt.
The beauty that
I once saw all
around me will
fade until it is
almost gone.
I will be okay with this
because I will know
that you have been happier since
you found
a more beautiful love with
Someone Better.
Editor: Holden Hartle
Beautiful and sad…
“Fae Dowae”? How ’bout “Fay Dawae?” That way it’s an anagram for “fade away,” which in itself is a brilliant title for this really solid poem.
Absolutely love this. really like the concept of how we fade from others lives either intentionally or unintentionally. Its difficult when you realize someone has moved on,it hurts, but having such a well done poem about it will allow people to cope better.
Dear Fae,
Peter Kadel speaks for me as well.
I’d love to know more about you.
Your poems always “ring true” with me.
Simple and poignant.
And odd that you and I share the same name.
How significant is that!
Admiringly,
Fae Dingman