Colors

I paint a picture
Using the colors of my life
Painting a picture of you
I should have used more black
For your eyes
Don't look at my picture
It is ruined by my hand
I should have painted the night
That I met you
When my life felt complete
And my picture was painted bright
With the colors of the sun
Like your hair
Golden, luminescent, beautiful like you
Yet it covers your face
And disguises all your colors
In your picture
You smile like that night
And the colors of the world
Could not make you any brighter
I miss you




Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-04-24 at 18:50

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Kathy Lockhart
I feel the loss here, the sadness of losing a loved one in some way whether through physical death or spiritual death as in depression or mental disease. This evokes such feelings from the depth of my soul. I have felt both sides of this palette. well done sir.
2008-04-24