i can take the pictures down
and place them in a box
i'll seal it with tape
and i'll keep it in the attic
until you return.

skipping stones across a still lake
each jump fills the calmness in temporary chaos
rippling then dissipating into nothing
as if it never happened.

The colors of love
Included in our box
Of life paints
Only get more vivid
Over many days
They never fade
Or wash away
Some days the
Colors are bright
Some days the
Colors more filtered
They are always ready
As if to say
Choose me
From our palette
For us to paint
With fingers over our
Life canvas
Twirling them together
In a structure
Of some sense
To create the priceless
Piece called today
Tomorrow’s will be
Its own
Not so famous
Masterpiece