Brutal
this canvas –
a course so comfortably
coarse,
to retrace our warmth
now lost.
Drained
I sketch waves of pain
that will ebb until my blood no
longer
flows.
You taught me to
breathe in, to let go, to leap in,
to draw,
so with this portrait,
I withdraw
the currents of the present
to pull all that remains:
only the strain on our hearts,
only the closing
of
a broken window,
through which
I see
us
floating.