Titles are Overrated

Part 125

Sometimes you glance at them,

and your eyes meet -

there's something beneath

the pallet of the colours

they bear,

as a painter bears a brush.

A canvas with a colourful splash

of thoughts, feelings

and hopes.

But especially fears.

For a moment,

you take all of that

away,

and a blank canvas

has never been

so beautiful.

There's something in

the stolen stares, 

subtle touches

and everything

that goes unsaid.

Perhaps you'll never know,

but it doesn't matter,

does it?

As long as you 

have them,

what else does? 

paint over your pain