Thinking of you (from Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos)

Thinking of you

So far away for me to hold
My hands paint the broken vision
Two models hidden in the back streets
Of a small suburban transit system
That has not run in years.
Two broken poems
My dysfunctional life
My best friend, she’s gone,
Died,
Left my life.
My words,
My pens,
This emotional strife.
The world is a wonderful place
Painful to leave all of this behind
Blind to the master within myself
My poetry, love and the paintings of her memory
Cant die,
Leave all of this behind
I am so alone
I could scream.


"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."