A picture paints a thousand words but not today
I had ten thousand words for you already
But even they could not bring your colours to life
They drew a caricature on the back of my eyelids
Exaggerated, ugly and so far from the truth
But I felt a little safer in my comparative normality

When I saw you those ten thousand words would not have been enough
Ten, one hundred, one million diluted words
Watered down paint into nothing, bristles of brushes too thick to paint the details my words couldn't reach
I could not have drawn the kindness I saw in your eyes with my bitter brush
And my B6 pencil goes nowhere to throwing the shade I threw on you
And though you are painted in landscape you're the portrait of perfection
And I have no words.

Perhaps now I can begin.