Sunday, 19 June 2011

Unfinished art



I never knew,

but loved you anyway.

The light behind your

quiet eyes,

the way you sat

in the Tate Gallery

with me

and stared at old paintings for hours.

In my heart

I made a space for you

and in that space you came

uncluttered,

uncomplicated,

just loving me.

Now,

when I look in the silvered mirror

you gave me

all
I
can see
is you


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