What Happened to the Painter
Why does
Your canvas lie
In a corner on the floor
?
What happened to the masterpiece
You promised me
A year ago today
?
And where are all
Your poems now
?
Don’t tell me that
You’ve thrown them all away
I used to love to
Sit and watch you
Paint the days
I notice you are smoking now
And the room
Has not been dusted recently
What happened
To those Sunday morning eyes
I travelled far to see
?
I used to love
To sit and talk away the days
Let me draw the curtains
There’s a sunny day outside
Walk me by the river
The way we used to do
I’ll show you beauty on the way
Nothing’s changed
Except the seasons
And I still love you just the same