My umbrella could not protect me
from the rain that would come.
Like a tsunami of emotion,
sadness hit me with a fury,
threatening to pull me into its current
and drown me in its torrents.
Some days the emotion feels heavy, oppressive,
like wax dripping on canvas,
and the thin veil of my resolve is not enough
to shield me from the pain of loss.
But on the good days,
I can bathe in the colors of that storm.
I am the black and white character
wading into a flushed prism of good memories
and I no longer feel alone.
Although you are not physically here with me,
your brush still adds a splash of life to my canvas
and those hues make me feel connected again.
How good it feels
to walk through the reminiscence of you.