

piet mondrian.I look out the window of my bathroom as you wait in my bedroom, and I can see you there, sitting gently on the blue covers, your hands pressing in to the fabric behind you, your breathing light, your shirt the same gray as the clouds that grace over the rooftops of my street.piet mondrian.
as I walk back to meet you, I know your feet will be ever so slightly pointed in, your shoes creating an almost triangle with the edge of my bed, the now brown smear of blood on your shoelace, dried


smoke.your jacket always smelled like you,smoke.
a curious mix of clean laundry
and faded cigarettes, the scent kept you here even in your absences.
I could sense
the change in you before the change in your scent,
you started to smell of
something spicier,
something sweeter.
I could feel you
start to
pull away,
your absences
becoming longer,
more unexplained.
until finally,
I didn't see you anymore,
and all I had left
of you was the jacket
y


picasso.picasso.picasso.
you told me you never wanted to see me again, and your words echoed almost as loud in the room as they did in my ears.
and I knew from the moment you walked out, that you wouldn't be coming back.
you left me, alone, in a loft with white walls, it's windows overlooking the city, but that night, rain obscured any view they held.
the only thing I had left of you was a painting, it's bright colors reflecting off the white walls all around it, a surp


promises.ebony and ivory once again a whim of fate, the one that gave him uppromises.
still clutching the hope he seeked. and the stars went out until december his hope not
the dream it used to be,
because now he has no home
where he himself is free, with no false patriotic hopes or dreams, no empty places with dust to
write her name,
the name that used to hold
a promise
of freedom.
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