You will forever be the masterpiece I never got to finish.

The symphony in my head;

an unrelenting repetition of notes that are not quite the end.

You are a daydream lost to time;

my mind has forgotten words—

my lips remember and yearn to move in that familiar way, underneath your familiar gaze.

But it is a fruitless yearning—

those words don’t belong to me anymore.

This painting sits unfinished tucked away in the corner of a lonely attic collecting cobwebs, and nostalgia, and regret.

You are someone else’s sunrise, someone else’s goodnight, and I am just the first goodbye of many.

You were gold-laced, finer than van Gogh or Monet. And I let you go.

Stupid girl, foolish girl—

I chased the sun and lost the stars—

made a reckless decision and left the last page unwritten.

Our love was a masterpiece left unfinished.