The Living Painting

Your soul is hanging on the wall Your laugh is shining in the hall I can feel you on my own In this painting you have drawn I see your doubts in its heart I hear you question me apart : « Is this green well chosen ? » Darling, without you I’m frozen… I kiss the image as if your head Was smiling but instead The touch of your suicide Is slowly burning me inside. Why not flee and be melancholic ? Perhaps because an alcoholic Couldn’t relive our story and love With a guardian angel above… March, 11th 2021 I remember Poetry Contest Sponsor : Malabika Ray Choudhury