8 months in the making

it took about eight months to erect this painting
reds and blacks and a hint of gray in the making
eyes glazed over with nothing but a monitor screen
looking at my reflection in this canvas you see

it took a little construction and a little bit of love
a lot of self assurance from the person spoken of
there were demon filled cages of anger and raging
some age old darkness but in the end it was fading

the canvas so bright like a pale skin in the light
and the paint so red it looked almost fed by the might
with a mouth wide shut and simple little phone calls
I was able to keep it straight and focus on faults

before I started I told you I wanted this for you
and took off on my journey without a good word or two
with every finger on this paper you knew far too few
but in my mind I knew I was bringing it home to you

eight months later finally the painting was ready
took a lot of my energy to keep my hands steady
just before I got to show you the rewards of my training
you told me how you no longer wanted my painting.

I started to show you of what it was I was making
your heart skipped a beat at the thought of abstaining
you told me of your love you told me of your feelings
at what I created and then studied all it’s meanings.

you love it, a true testament of our accomplishments
there will be a new future painted into our canvases
and new paintings will be cast into this beginning
the thought behind it all leaves our heads spinning.

Yet you do not enter the room that the painting is in
what causes you to keep this distance of the good within
it’s beauty is amazing and what it represents even more
but you stand there looking not walking through the door.

You tell me of how wonderful what it is you see
but the actions you take make it hard to believe
if you want this painting i was making so much
then why is it sitting there gathering dust

why must the only time you come to look at it close
seems only when I ask you to otherwise the wind blows
and why are you constantly trying so hard to find
reasons, it seems, to leave this beautiful painting behind