That painting on the wall

Do you remember the painting
I left behind
On your wall
Scrawled in layers
Of ink and paint
Words
Unheard
Unrehearsed
Lines and lies
Scrawled across time
My heart laid out
With a chair painted
and a
Strawberry
Etched in,
Now unrelated
On top
Romance
There was never a chance
Your past
And my last wishes
We danced quietly
In gyms and galleries
Talking
In coffee shops and
Now way down the years
Through many
Frightened painful
Fearful places
Dreamt of but waylaid
Faces and scratches and
Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucking up
Crazy fucked up
Spaces we’ve lived in
Enhabited
Just survived
A lover was wanted
But left behind
And now
That painting too
Left
on the wall
Well fuck it let’s
Be poetic
Romantic even
I mean
Now we’re looking back from here
it was kinda
Prophetic
At last,

It,
That fucking beautiful painting,
Left heartfelt on the wall
Well, it, fuck it, it really did
It said it all.