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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

They expanded

They contrasted

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

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