by Scarlett Catanzaro
I wanted to paint your story as if it were mine;
an immersive array of vivid colors
Blending, flowing, and at times: static.
I wanted to paint you
To keep your memory in my mind's eye forever
The colors raged
Yet, no matter how often I paint you or your story, details are still forgotten; falling away into an endless depth of once happenings.
I’m saddened to see your image slowly forgoing, meaninglessly
fading into the distance
I miss you.
Quite often my thoughts begin to drift in the direction of you
So, I pick up my paintbrush and try as I might to paint your story