artifact

my story has her by the throat
the truth is on the prowl…
smoke in the room,
thats what she is
smoke in the room.
calling out her name…
issuing a summons back across
our time together
staring-
at her,
Through her…
she’s a painting in this museum
…a masterpiece…
no one but myself ever
seems to see.
Come back.
you’re not panning for gold here, love…
so save yourself the trouble.