WANING MEMORY Although I can no longer see her, I’m sitting here, piercing into her delicate brown face counting the lines on her forehead. My method precise as I paint her forgotten memory Onto my mind's almost blank canvas Ready to be made up into a beautiful brown angel. I quickly strike the invisible brush on the canvas. Her sedated eyes sadly stare, Her skin smooth yet waxen with turned down lips That guards her smile like a hungry child. masterpiece done, I turn to go But her stare hold...

What’s it like to hesitate till summers passed away? When maple leaves have vaporized and clovers burnt to hay. It’s like the dreams you dramatized but never got to play. It’s like the life you memorized but never got to say.

WANING MEMORY Although I can no longer see her, I’m sitting here, Piercing into her delegate brown face Counting the lines on her forehead. My method precise as I paint her forgotten memory Onto my minds almost blank canvas Ready to be made up into a beautiful brown angel. I quickly strike the invisible brush on the canvas. Her sedated yet warm hazel nut eyes sadly stare, Her skin smooth waxen yet with turned down lips That guards her smile like a hungry child. masterpiece done, I turn to go ...