The stories I've painted
Every breath I have wished
to store with care but
Time plays havoc with
his brushes,
he smudges.
Still,
the wince of my eyelid
in pain,
the last tremble of my finger
in fright
the sound of your smile
in the dead of the night,
leave footprints indelible
my love, you were incredible
and now you're begging me to stay
but go I must.
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