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May 2019
There's a gap
In my curtains
Through which I can see the sky.
I watch the clouds drift past, and the colours change.
I watch as those who have left paint the sky.

She makes beautiful brush strokes
The most vivid of colours
Lay across her canvas as she
Reminds me,
I am still here.

Every day,
Sunrise and sunset she
Paints a new masterpiece,
To make sure I know,
I am still here.

And I wish,
I can only wish that I could see her face
As she paints the sky,
The joy she must feel
As she reminds the world,
I am still here.

When I close my eyes at sunset,
Watching a painting unfold
I can almost feel her, see her,
As if she
is still here.
Written by
ribbons  16/Gender Fluid
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