and the words escape

The art of losing

I often lay awake at night,

When the whole world is asleep.

I paint my canvas with tears I cried,

Over the fact that you left me.

***

They didn't let you say good bye,

Before they tore you from me.

And now I need to say some things

Before I paint my soul free.

***

I realize how much I need you,

This much I really know.

And wen I said I hated you,

I didn't know I loved you so.

***

And sometimes I think I see you,

I see you plain as day.

It makes me feel so happy,

But then the spell breaks and colors fade.

***

And I know you are gone forever,

But I know I will see you again.

I hope it is sooner than later,

My painter, my lover and friend.