Painting Reincarnate
I remember socks like his
Striped socks
or maybe they were candy canes.
Colorful.
I remember hair like his
haircuts top heavy
shaved on the side.
Humble.
I remember paintings like this
putting me in my place
decisive of my soul.
Not okay.
I remember money like his
that bought me up
and cared for the beauty in front and center.
Delusional.
I remember reading like his
that skittered along the walls
pretending to appreciate and understand.
Grubby.
I remember chairs like this
ones that I could not sit in
and ones that I could not stay from
Comforting.
Yes, how comforting for a soul to never choose the fate
of a soul.
Yes, how comforting to remain in the oils forever
in the history
and the smile
and the stare.
But truly, how comforting it would be instead to never care.
I remember socks like his
Striped socks
or maybe they were candy canes.
Colorful.
I remember hair like his
haircuts top heavy
shaved on the side.
Humble.
I remember paintings like this
putting me in my place
decisive of my soul.
Not okay.
I remember money like his
that bought me up
and cared for the beauty in front and center.
Delusional.
I remember reading like his
that skittered along the walls
pretending to appreciate and understand.
Grubby.
I remember chairs like this
ones that I could not sit in
and ones that I could not stay from
Comforting.
Yes, how comforting for a soul to never choose the fate
of a soul.
Yes, how comforting to remain in the oils forever
in the history
and the smile
and the stare.
But truly, how comforting it would be instead to never care.