Every time I pass that room
I expect to see you lying there.
Already staring at me with those eyes
That everyone thought were scary.
I always thought they were sweet.
If only they stared a little longer
And saw past the sagging red lids
To your amber eyes.
They would know how sweet and gentle you really were,
And how you hated thunder.
I want to paint you into my horizon
But I’m scared that’s where you’ll stay
Fixed into the landscape of “what could’ve been”
Suspended in the brushstrokes of “who knows”
A beautiful, ever-distant sunset
I try to capture every detail, no amount of pigment is enough
Yet your radiance shines through my mere impression
The painting hangs in an unmarked corridor that I selfishly hope remains unexplored
But light like this is hard to keep hidden
I just count myself lucky to have experienced the real thing