365: From Me, To You

Day 18

Brushstrokes of Memory

In the quiet corners of my room, 
Where shadows play in the afternoon, 
I set the canvas, stark and white, 
To capture moments of our light.

The paintbrush dips in shades of blue, 
Reflecting skies we once looked through. 
Each stroke a whisper, soft and true, 
Of times when everything felt new.

I sketch the outline of your face, 
With careful lines and tender grace. 
Your smile emerges, slow and bright, 
A beacon in the fading light.

With colors rich and textures deep, 
I paint the memories I keep. 
The way your laughter filled the air, 
The warmth of sunlight in your hair.

Each hue a note in our sweet song, 
A melody where we belong. 
The reds and golds of autumn’s kiss, 
The gentle curve of perfect bliss.

I blend the shadows, light and dark, 
To capture every subtle spark. 
The love that shone within your eyes, 
A mirror to the endless skies.

As brush meets canvas, heart meets hand, 
I recreate our promised land. 
A place where dreams and love entwined, 
A portrait of a moment kind.

But in the depths of every line, 
I see the space where time declined. 
The gaps where memories now fade, 
The parts of you I couldn’t save.

Still, I paint with fervent hope, 
Each stroke a way for me to cope. 
To hold on tight to what we were, 
In every line, I see you, her.

The final touch, a soft caress, 
I leave the canvas, motionless. 
A portrait born of love and loss, 
A timeless piece, no matter the cost.

I step back and admire the view, 
A painting of my love for you. 
In colors deep and shadows light, 
Our story lives in brushstrokes bright.

Though you're not here, you're everywhere, 
In every line, in every care. 
This portrait is my heart's refrain, 
A piece of you that will remain.

As the evening sun dips low, 
In this room, your love will glow. 
Through brushstrokes bold and colors true, 
I find a way to be with you.