10 years later.
As the thought of cleaning things up from the past crossed your mind, the painting on the wall crossed your eyes
And made you wonder
Why was it so unclear, when he gave it to you,
An interpretation of this abstract piece of art.
Now after your wounds are healed and after appreciating it for many years,
You find a peculiar comfort in it.
You don’t know whether your interpretation of it was his actual and conscious muse,
But that piece of art goes hand in hand with the story of you two.
If he never realized the story, it is still comforting for you how in the very deep of his heart he felt the story all along.
Then as the thought of cleaning up things from your past crossed your mind, you understood how the bloody spot,
the cloudy story,
the touch of the beast,
the weak woman and
the obscure open door,
were his guilt screaming a way out.
good riddance. i love you.
you bet. thanks honey! luv you too.
feels like another life, but I remember.
crying. asking. wondering why.
staring.
maybe the beast does have a soul.
just posted my previous comment. hadn’t been on your website for months and can’t believe all I have missed. never again.
I watched all your pictures and walked into your life. your decisions, your eyes, your sensitivity. they made me so happy, I just called to say thank you. considering the time difference you must already be alseep. or having another beer.
I miss you. years of distance and it’s always you I look for. you wonder why I am so little in touch. the reasons are many, but none of them is good enough.
I must come and see you. I can’t wait to see you.
your poem. this painting. they’re not a glimpse from the past. they are alive. a reminder of life’s suprises, a cry for joy and the unexpected. the life that we must all live. simply full of hope.