Whenskiesaregray Renoir, 1920
She stood posed in photographs
Standing straight like a statuette
The colors faded from age like the memories of the flowers on her dress
Then I felt the infinite weight in the air that recedes but always hangs above me
To swoop down with a thought of her
To keep my heart always breaking
How I pray for death
But every chance I get, I tie the rope around the prayers instead
I missed the line between you
And forget
One thousand angels could not fill your absence and the portraits begun were left blank and unfinished. I tried to complete them but what good are memories when they're all that's left
Renoir would have turned in his grave when my lines failed to define your face
I found a dried rose in my carrier and I swear I remembered you. Just a glimpse
Just a passing photograph in the bedlam of my mind
You see its things like your smile that I can't lose, no matter how hard I try
Did death greet you warm or did it grab you by the wrists and drag you down with it?
