Stencils
it didn't help
that he was an artist
an actual, painting artist
I stole his stencils
to demonstrate a metaphor
but he swore
that I betrayed him
but I craved him
I craved his closure
and he craved his canvas - me
with his stencils in my hands
I hoped
not for an apology.. no..
but just to retrace his history
gathering this anticlimactic moment
me
painting
him
to be continued . . .
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