The trappings of tomorrow, today.

When the colour of you
started to run
I saw shades
of dark and light
on reflection.
In the chase
I found
I was framed,
your page was bare,
the memory mounted
on the wall.
Suspended by a rope
I couldn’t see
I waited, hard pressed
against the glass,
condensation;
tears of regret
ran away with
my heart strings,
tied in knots,
You pulled on my life line
from another page,
another book,
another painting.