the canvass
the faceless apparition of hope
there is, was, will be no certainty
entangled by the life's curse
you allow your hair to fall freely on your back
you allow it to brush the fabrics of your shirt...
his face barely visible
among the colors of that pasteled paper
with your arms wrapped around his back
they hang freely in front of his shoulders
with his hair brushing your face..
you realized..
he is no longer there...
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