He said I miss you
I told him he missed the idea of me
And ideas can be put into motion or fade
And I choose to fade
In the hopes I will dissolve like a stream of watercolor
On a scrap piece of paper
That he hangs on a far wall of his mind
Maybe…with the chance of being rediscovered
But most likely to be covered over
Layer upon layer
And somehow
I find a great beauty in the latter
E.A. O'Connell
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