Do i draw?
I dabble and i try
To perfect what i know i can not
To mimic what i can no longer admire
An ethereal beauty
And yet as soon as i dare to lay hold
You flutter away
Ever elusive
But as a hunter stalks his prey
I persevere
never submitting before the compulsion
To forget you
Your voice
Your touch
As all others do
I’ll do what i can
And most can not
I scribble
Erase
Scribble
Erase
All in hope
That one day
One day indeed
When your laughter relinquishes its charm
And your eyes lose their luster
Yearning to keep hold
Of those enchanted memories
I may glance at the imperfect perfection
A replica lacking a dimension
Reminded from the sliver of you
What once was
Then again
I might join sisyphus
In a fatuous endeavor
Doomed to keep you close
To revive the world we had
Nevermore