The Painting

Let’s paint our tales of that was that In vibrant colors from our hat The wonders of the once was you Is now the subject of their chat So fickled is their point of view It hardly matters if it’s true Let’s splash on colors just to see Perhaps we’ll paint a someone new Each brush strokes a new fantasy Of how they dreamed our lives might be And each detail a new display Of someone wishing they were me What wonders we did paint that day When clarity was brushed away And shades of mud where colors bright This memory of foolish play Is this the slosh of my delight Is the dreams I had at night Was all we did this blot of shame When did I learn to lose my sight But in the shadows far from blame A canvas waits for us to claim And paint a truth upon this mat Our next mistake won’t be the same