by Brook Foster
Brooke Foster (she/her) is a sophomore at Rider University pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in English with a concentration in Writing. Originally from Manalapan, New Jersey, she is an avid storyteller who enjoys crafting works ranging from poetry and realistic fiction. Brooke hopes to work in publishing with an emphasis on children’s or young adult literature after graduation. Some of her writing influences include Leigh Bardugo, V.E. Schwab, and Steven Moffat. Outside of writing, you can find Brooke trying to cross off books on her endless to-be-read (TBR) list or discovering her latest comfort show on Netflix.
Red thread
tied around an index finger;
a reminder, a reason
to remember.
“Don’t let me forget.”
How could I forget
someone like you?
Your smile is
a blinding light.
Your touch is
soft silk.
Don’t let me forget.
A red circle
on a calendar
slowly creeps
closer as a day
of little significance.
Or is it?
Don’t let me forget.
Forget me not
but remember me never.
Today is the day
it changed.
The thread unraveled,
circles were skipped.
Don’t let me—
Who are you?
What is this?