You used to be a memory
Now you are just a supercut that I watch over and over again.
Blurred, slurred, out of sync VHS video of you sitting near me, your Zeus-like body being a shelter from thorns that I attract all the time
I start to forget you
You are a bad-quality video
Acrylic painting, half-ruined
I used to paint you with the brightest colours
Now, that I ran out of colours; there is nothing on my pallet anymore
So, there is so more you
(And thank God!)
-- anonymous