PaintbrushesI never took you for granted.
While so many others were swept away,
Spinning bottles and kissing for spare change,
I remembered the way tears dripped from your eyelashes
Like paint from a brush.
Thick bristles that brushed your cheeks when you blinked,
A face composed of more freckles than skin,
Hair that curled over ears as round as a doll's.
I remembered how your jaw set when you tried to hide,
How your body turned to stone and the light left your eyes
The time your steps dragged and your shoulders curled,
And you turned away when I tried to make you laugh.
I remembered when I saw you for the first time in a month,
When silver skylines were fresh in my mind,
When you leaped from the swing set and ran down your driveway,
And the sky was so blue when you smiled.
I remembered the way the light framed your face when you slept,
How your chin reminded me of Greek statue, but I didn't wake you.
I remembered your last words at the train station were,
I remembered the moment I spot