A Thousand Words

Artist

"You are an artist.

You have painted my world.
It was once a blank canvas,
A vessel waiting to be filled.
But when you did, you put too
Many colors, than I was prepared to take.

My sky, it was beautiful.
It bled red, orange, violet, black, gold.
All my sunsets, they were memorable -
Since I spent them in your hold.

My nights, they are magnificent.
The stars were bright as city lights.
I have memorized your scent,
For you would hold me tight.

My mornings, were a sight to see -
Black coffee and scattered clothes.
As the sun rises, you roll over to wake me,
With words of poem and prose.

But like I said, it was too much,
The canvas was too small.

Now you've moved on,
To better things,
And I should do the same.

But it hurts, because my world -
Once vibrant and alive,
Is gone." - miranda j.