a tulip hangs on her wall...
painted,
by me,
representing me, ...us...
a painting representing a connection.
evisioned through a window,
she took notice.
the red curtain... now a representaion of relationship torn,
a separation
a death,
a violent death, and the tulip dies,
tilted in it's vase,
petrified forever in death...
the vision in the window is forever dim...
and masked by rain that blurs the view between those on either side.
I want my painting back.....
but I know it will never reach me...
that painting was a breakthrough for me and then an investment of relationship...so hard to give...and now lost forever....
I can only see it here when I write.......
It has inspried me to write more.......
