It Started With A Blank Canvas

One moment she was there and the next she was gone like the wind when it blows through the eaves, one moment she was there and the next, she was not The year was 1976 graduation day sweethearts her cheeks glowed softly, picking up the undertones of her second hand Fortrel peach dress she birthed magic in my soul as easily as a wizard holding and elder wand of great value Onwards to the year 2044, she flatlines in a cold room one January snowfall day like a silent befallen Angel, she succumbs to the light like a feather floating amongst the motes of a broken man's heart, a tiny feather floats down, it is all she leaves behind... Tuesday March 06 no birthday candles this year inside the old dusty attic sits an easel and a brush his trembling hands begin to paint a memory while the dawn softly skirts the reasserting sun, each new brushstroke brings her back to life One moment she isn't there and the next she is, just like the wind when it blows through the eaves.