The image I painted looks so strange;
I don’t know where I went wrong.
I continue to stare: hoping for change.
My eyes have been hurting for too long.
What am I seeing? My version of you?
I stayed grounded when time flew.
I wanted clear skies when I felt blue.
I painted an image all too true.
The image I saw started to fade;
I still picture it the way it looked.
The canvas I used creates a shade.
I still watch your movie as I’m booked.
I paint an image before I leave.
I stared and stared as time passed.
I paint an image before I leave
as everything blackens all too fast.