watercolor lover
a portrait of you
falling off the page


there's nothing to remember
but the glass turning blue
like some kind of magic


if i held you down
into that river would I
wash this all away
till there's no trace at all


still life flower
i tried to be for you
but you turned off the light


now wilting at the mention
of me packing up my stuff
asking what would have kept you
what would have been enough
would have been enough


but you held me down inside the dark
till i lost all my shape
now there's no trace at all