A common regularity,
far from a classic rarity.
Painted streaks of words,
in a monotone minor of thirds.
A repetition of strokes in action,
unaware of the situation.
Beautiful abstractions,
of created translations.
No words of assurance,
could explain the abrupt piece,
destroyed for insurance.
A beautiful disaster to release.
You were a pattern in my life. You were present then absent and again and again. Now I am letting you go to keep my sanity intact.