She Lingers
Inspiration presented itself
She accepted
A harmless muse
A subject
You get lost in
Her vision
A reflection of her only love
Capturing their presence
With every brush stroke
pigments dance between each other
Creating a mosaic
The perfect contrast
Of who they were
And who they are
Her passion grew,
When her muse passed
Grief taking form in the shadows and the corners
Of her painting
Her muse,
Her love
Somewhere just out reach
Like having a word
On the tip of your tongue
She can feel it,
And she sits there,
Brush in hand
Waiting for it to come back to her
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