paintings

You were convinced that I painted the colors in the sky

and not realizing you were color blind, I brightly agreed

We spent our hours and days basking in the sunlight, unaware of the warnings of the world

That this too will come to an end

Leaving our hearts a bit emptier than they came

And mine left duller than I priorly thought

 

“Perhaps we can prove the world wrong”

That was our mantra, our belief

That the cycle of the moon had nothing on our love, when in reality

We had nothing on the lunar shadows that came after the sun set far below us

 

Now the colors in the sky are bittersweet

You aren’t here, but when you look overhead, I am all that consumes you

when the sun sets, I rise, and when the moon disappears, you take its place.

We are polar opposites—we never could be together.

 

But where do the sun and moon intercept?

Because that is where our love nests.