see her art on restaurant walls,
for sale,
the tag
clearly marked.
i'd look around the room
as i ate
and drank,
staring at all
the art she made over
the years.
the slashes of red,
the hollows
of greys
and blacks. the jealous
greens.
storm clouds.
each one a story.
a small piece of me
and her
before it ended.
i felt as if should get
a royalty of some sort
for the inspiration
i provided.
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