A mishap- the bending of time
Where again the same moment
Happens- by chance
Only this time, it is you
Looking at me and finding a piece
Of envy- and I have the confidence-

I would have thought
He took it all from me
And he did- I still have that memory-
I left the painting behind

Today I can see it
Glaring at me while I cried in bed-
I rearranged that room so often
Trying desperately to erase
All the reminders-

Eventually I left.
Too tired of how I took
Everything in love
So personal.