Thinking of You

I sit The intention to read But then I hear that blunt sound (it''s beautiful) And I thought: It''s been a year since I fell in love And the sun now, like back then Rises and sets But now without it''s warm glow... ...Yet another change from a year ago Is sorrow to be set on me eternally? Perhaps a smile is called for As jealousy, hate and bitterness are no longer friends of mine - Such companions took months to leave Now, only when knelt before loneliness do I find use for those pictures stored in my attic Well --- Picture But one left now And you, the artist who painted with pastels Have now fled Leaving behind a colourless room And the remaining outline of a picture that could have been