Poetry by Grace Tran
i won’t tell you about the times i fell asleep with the memories we made spinning like a kaleidoscope in my mind, the times your name lingered on my tongue like a tattoo i couldn’t erase. i won’t tell you that i miss you so much that it no longer hurts. you are a movie i can't stop watching, scene upon scene that i can't get out of my head. you are red velvet carpets and glittering cameras and everywhere, i see your glamor on the sidewalks, slowly melting into the cityscape. the sun itself would rise if you beckoned, straining to answer your call, obedient to your every word. i can see you in this concrete garden, time moving slowly and you as intoxicating as the plastic flowers in your hands. the scent is as hypnotic as your voice. i won’t tell you how many times i’ve wanted to call you, to make whole the pieces of your voice already splintered across my mind, like bits of stars scattered across a hollow galaxy. i won’t tell you how standing beside you was electrifying but imagining you was like a drug.
Grace Tran has been nationally recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and was a 2017/2018 national and “Best of Issue” winner of the American High School Poets “Just Poetry” quarterly contest. She has been both a runner-up and fiction grand prize winner of the Scholastic Kids are Authors contest. She has also had works appear and forthcoming in The Pangolin Review and Polyphony H.S.