Artist

You took a paintbrush and colored it black

I poured the salt so the sky shimmered

Not quite winter, but I fell in the fall

Tracing rice paper, the lines on my skin

An artist alone with his pen

A routine procedure with surgeon's precision

And there goes my heart with his last incision

But still I do

I love you

I carefully craft each word written down on the diary page

So why is it when you're standing beside me

Can I not bring myself to say?

How it feels when you sigh

Pawing my hair in the gleam of the moonlight

Morning sun neglected from sight

A cold park bench on a Tuesday night

When you called and held back a cry

I should have told you a thousand times

I love you

I wrote each word to tell you

I do love you

I hope you feel it too

I do love you