I started a painting
With oils of a hue
That reflect my thoughts
And visions of you.
A bit of a puzzle as to where to begin
Before or after where we’ve been
Starting fresh, I turn the page
Should I paint envy with the green of sage
Or sadness with hints of blue
Red for the passion of youth
Golden leaves for the bright days
Somber brown for forgotten ways
I think I’ll put the paints away
Wait for better memories my mind to play.