see how life imitates art?

she chose to be my canvas.

I paint:

only what I see,

only what she shows.

She was a smudge,

a smear,

a blur,

an eclipse-

fading into the darkness that

was overtaking both of us

(night came rapidly,

and so did she)

out of nowhere…

a sliver of moonbeam lay beside me

the rest of the world

faded like a whisper

my emotion was

beyond

expression.

Her chest

rising and falling

with

every.single.breath

reminded me

how far we had come

and how much further

we had to go.