Enough
Paint
I sit
And I cry
And I paint.
The tears course down
Mixing with the blues,
the yellows, the greens.
Thalo blue,
Cadmium yellow
Sap green, burnt umber.
Paint flows
From my eyes
From my fingers.
No brush is needed.
Images emerge
On the canvas
Filled with all
The beauty and wonder
Missing in my life
Without you.
I have to create
That beauty somewhere.
The canvas fills
As if by magic.
Will there be enough beauty
Enough paint
To replace you?