We were artists
But you had the brush
And I had the pen
You drew the worlds, the people
I wrote down the feelings, explanations

You captured the images perfectly
While I can only guess at the words
The way you moved your brush
While I can only stick to lines
Beauty versus perfection

You express your worlds radiantly 
But I can only write in black and white
I wished I traded my pen for a brush
To feel the colors you weaved 
To see the world beyond my script

Maybe if I knew how to color
If my pen drew more than rigid letters
You would have understood me 
In a world of black and white 
You were the color in my life

I loved you
But I never
Loved your actions
Your hate
Your hurt
I hate you
your ‘love’
I hate it
The way you say I’m your world
Then push me into the raging currents
Because you say it
I think you hate me
But it’s a lie
We’re in ‘love’
The way you think it’s love
I hate it
I hate you

I thought we would be done by now.

But I keep finding more of you
between the lines
and more of me
between the letters.

catching a moment
in a jar

and its gone
before you see it

before you put the lid on
you are lost to a daydream.

Haven't been myself for a while now
In my head
Can't complain cause I've been here

Haven't been yourself for a while now
In your head
Still complain cause you don't hear

Sometimes we don't like missing someone.
The thing is we don't want them being our memory. But still, we miss them somewhere.

Your Beauty
Is like Moonlight
Waltzing
WithIn
Evening waterfalls

Reynaldo Casison