Philistine

You are
not an easy
memory to erase.

You painted the walls green
changed the way my wounds heal,
moved the tables and rearranged
the surroundings,
And left me here,
grounded.

The flowers you left,
Paintings you brought ,
Garden you planted,
and the windchime
We have got,
Everything here, reminds me of you.

Darling, you are the artist I craved!!

But now
I want to run away
from every memory
we shared.