MY LOVELY PAINTING

So you took, to run
across the dandalion
when we broke up.
i saw the color
like fire beneath
the path of your feet

i took the paint
of your pain,
and drew you:
a summer’s day
of lovely people
kissing, laughing.

So sweet, you – lips!
i never knew angel,
until i met you.
And softly i live,
in that memory.

So soon we left
the impossible room
of a great life,
but i still paint you
with the morning’s light.

Your portrait —
always a part of me

:: 10-25-2014 ::