painted over

what i’ve allowed i’m responsible for.

filling your cup to the brim with my nature of things

until my words spilled out from your tongue

concealing my dreams in the case of your pillow.

it all remained unnoticed until the day when

dripping my sweat from your pores you woke up to an unfamiliar smell

where am i, you said

where are we, i replied.

sometimes the world seems to be made out of pronouns

opposing, selfish, diacritical words

designed to naturally place you on the other side of this wall

that i’m painting today

with different shades of white and black

wishing you’ll stay

the beautiful odd mix of green and blue

so loudly separated from me

this is the answer

we’ll color-code our souls for just a few months

hoping the chromatics will please

unmatched as they are

and unmixed.

there will invariably come another time for painting over.

the best we can hope is for the intent

to renew not conceal.