The Circle

There was something fundamentally amiss

Though I could not locate;
Our home fell down like a house of cards,
While I was standing at the gate.

I put the key somewhere and forgot.
I was thinking how you waited
Outside my door when I wasn’t home.
Or when you wandered past my house,
Unknowing you were awaited.

I wanted to have paints to practice
Painting your face. But you
Only wanted to watch the sunset.
Which faded in haste.

There was something fundamentally amiss
When I brought my art, to show you
But then we talked of other things
And I instinctively knew
That my soul was fatally caught.
And I saved art for another day,
When the circle would complete.

T.R., written July 2010.