our weeks and weekends were full of light,
your dashing smile and my
shining eyes.

painting our life ahead,
with vivid blues and yellows.

i knew things were going so well,
everything picture perfect,
so well framed on an art gallery
wall.

one dark and stormy night,
a couple of days after another journey
though the gallery,
you ripped the frame off.

your eyes were glasses full of hurt,
your smile slipped off your face,
no vibrancy was painted on you.

i still don't know why you took the painting down,
when so much dedication and time was
put into making art.

i am hurt.
my colours have faded.

the picture unexpectedly went from perfect,
to shreds.
i will never know why.

the artists of this once beautiful painting,
will never create another piece together.