Love For Love’s Sake

All summer I watched you paint that picture. It came along in dribs & drabs fits & starts total devotion or nothing at all. Then one day you just stopped. I asked you would it ever be finished. You said you had run out of red just as you had run out of love ...there was nothing you could do. And that rather than complete it you would destroy it. You threw a pot of black paint all over it ...smashed it. To this day I still have it. It hangs upon my bedroom wall complete in its destruction ...its brokenness an abstract in oils. Oh, I’ve re-titled it: LOVE LIES BLEEDING.