My heart is a canvas, painted navy blue
Expressing my feelings of life without you
Where once there was brilliance, no brightness is seen
If love is a palette, you have wiped mine clean
My soul was an easel, when amid your grace
My heart was protected; your love was my brace
But, those days are over; they’ll be nevermore
You have stripped the beauty from our days of yore.

My heart is a canvas, painted dapple gray
The shading is perfect, since you’ve gone away
No sunlight is found, only storm clouds appear
The shadows, more vibrant, since you were last here
My soul, filled with pictures that shall stay unpainted
The warm tones within them are evermore tainted
You’ve left me with nothing; the ink has run dry
Our portrait, unfinished, with no reasons why.

My heart is a canvas, as white as can be
There is nothing left of your time spent with me
Not one ounce of color; no brush strokes in view
Just a blank existence in transparent hue
My soul, now an easel for the broken-hearted
A frame for each soul whose love has now departed
Therefore, while I suffer, I will not alone
I’ve taken our painting and made it my own.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection