i loved how you loved to paint.
you dived into the purple
leaving an acrylic trail across
my pastel heart.

you drew charcoal trails on
my paper skin and traced a map
to my heart so, you could spill your
watercolor love into my veins and
it breathed life into me.

you effortlessly swiped the paintbrush
and made a meticulous outline of my smiles.
you melted the boundaries around my soul
and smudged the borders of my insecurities.

you beaded the blank canvas with
your beautifully tinted thoughts
and painted a symbol of love and faith.

i wonder how many colors are
in your palette now because
it's been a while since you
painted a smile across my face.

do you even like the splatters
of vibrant hues anymore?