Smeared Love

 

On a canvas buried
deep in my attic repository
are shavings of charcoal
arranged perfectly
to portray the heavenly visage
of my long gone former love

I recall that day

so many years ago

walking hand in hand

in the park

with this angel

I believed was sent to Earth

especially for me

After some coaxing

she agreed to sit for a portrait

from a gruffly street vendor

who perfectly 

captured her pure beauty

in less than five minutes

A picture lasts a lifetime

even if hers was tragically

a mercurial comet

that graced my path

Taken too soon

The framed memory

for years hung

in my bachelor pad

It was all I had of her

When my now wife moved in

I knew it had to come down

Carefully boxed up and stored away

Hidden the masterpiece must remain
cause my current love
would be very pissed
at this harmless
pictured memory

that once meant so much to me

Such nonsense

to be threatened by a ghost

Jealousy is a such a pointless insecurity