A Painting for You

Nothing is set in stone quite yet but the thought of it led me to this bed of tears. Yes. A grown man. Crying. Why? Because one of the most prominent figures in his life could be leaving. A year ago, whodda thunk we’d be together? Your face is plastered all over my phone. The thought of you courses through my brain even when I’m most inebriated. In previous relationships, I would find a way to get back at you. Find a way to make you feel the way I do. But this is different. You’re different. Here we were, a blank canvas with bright colors to paint with, leaving the darker colors towards the back of the studio because we don’t want to use them. But today, the dark colors are here. We painted our relationship with laughter and joy and here I am signing my name at the bottom in the darkest color in my arsenal of colors. An unfinished piece with so much potential, put on hold because the artists decided they couldn’t continue quite yet. Someday, I’ll hope to come back to this painting. To come back to you.

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