Blank Canvas 

Everything I Never Told You

I’m removing you
from my life’s canvas.
The revision’s long overdue.
I’m tired of only speaking
to you through our eyes.
All I can feel now
is the strain.
I’m moving our sky back
until it is blank.
It was always
underpainted anyway.
I’m not sure how
to undo the hue of blue
that defines our shorelines.
Your kisses more addictive
than a half-off sale at Godiva.
I’m so tired of decadent chocolate
filled with empty calories
The promise of sweetness but
only tasting the bitter.
I’m ready to paint my life
in a soothing hue.
To find something solid
to hang my artwork on.
To find a fragrant of grace,
to rest in the background
of peace for a while.
I’m ready for lackadaisical afternoons,
the smell of magnolias,
a bed full of decadence,
sweet tea renderings.
You are no longer my concern.
You’re the novel
to be put…

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