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.
Very very good.
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Thank you! :)
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