I remember painting a picture
You danced across the carpet I had laid for you
My hands and clothes were soaked with all different colors
You froze, I let my broken brush fall along the canvas, tearing it down the side
Yesterday, I had ran across the subway
I daydreamed you were next to me and laughing, I tethered my hands to the side of the tracks
Out of breath, now, my fingers were cold with snow and, noticing I was losing sensation
I went home and saw your reflection in my window, your lips were bruised
The whole night, I decided I would paint your face
I traced the curve of your jaw, followed the slow frown of your eyes
Your hair did not move, even when the wind was blowing like a cold hell released
And your lips mirrored a upside down crescent moon, I felt my moon was slowly orbiting away
Today, I will lock myself in your room and trace the canvas until it breaks
And daydream you are next to me, smiling and holding me in my paint stained clothes
Acceptance is torture when I am haunted by your ghost
But when I close my eyes and see you smiling back at me, I laugh and grab a new brush
