Ashes of What Once Was

You are a painter Your brush stroked my canvas in winter Colors of blue and light grey blend as snow fell You were Claude Monet painting me as the woman you saw in the garden We moved into an art museum together Spring was just around the corner The colors of snow on my canvas were fading Embellishing marigold and pink feelings to replace the winter moods We filled the museum with still lifes that depicted your best memories 3 strokes, up and down a white material We waltzed together as the shades of blossoming affection surrounded us A dash of red, roses in the garden of love Holding each other close as romantic melodies fill our ears The museum was finished and we were content There is no exact moment it went wrong Did you notice that every season you repainted my canvas; It tore apart the material around the edges Did you notice that every time you held me as we waltzed; You left bruises all over my hands and arms Did you notice the entire museum is full of your best memories; And not our memories together What once was a candle with an eternal flame Is now the fire that burned down our museum to ashes