The painting hanging on the wall
With its multicolored hues
Brings forth an evocation of the time
That I spent loving you.
The warm tones speak to the love
The laughter and the joy
The wonder of the life we created
Our beautiful baby boy.
The yellows speak of our optimism
Our hopefulness in a future we’d both enjoy
The love of a life well lived together
You, I, and our little boy.
But as I look towards the bottom of the painting
I see the flecks of brown accumulating
The waves of envy were mine I fear
I became too interested in me.
The blacks are perhaps the most dominant colour here
They remind me of how I felt when you walked out
The grief and loneliness were mines to bear
After all, those feelings were my own fault.
You ask why I keep this painting here?
The one that shows what I’ve loved and lost
It’s in case I begin to pity myself
And blame others for what has come about.
I keep it to remember the joy I once shared
With my two favourite people in this life
It’s to remember what I did to them
The damage was done to more than just one life.
I hope to live and love again
With someone who looks on me tenderly
And I keep this painting so I know what’s at stake
If I once more, become too absorbed in just me.