The Empty Wall

 

Like an unfinished painting
frozen in time
I could not love her fully
the way she deserved

No artist could ever do justice

to her exquisite beauty 

nor ever complete
her complex countenance

of beautiful sadness

There was just no connection

with those elusive lines

Leaving this chapter

an unfinished masterpiece
forever ingrained

in the extensive gallery

of my "what could have been"

imagined relationships