Creative Writing

The Art of Marriage

We sat in the sun and I watched you paint,

as I always do.

And you asked me to be quiet while you painted,

so I did – as I always do.

And as I sat in the sun, warm light on my yellow hat,

I thought of myself as a piece of art.                            

But you looked only at the canvas – as you always do.

And so, I waited and watched as spring passed

and thought how I love the man but                                                             

hate the paint – as I always do

and as I always will,

for you.

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