Today Removed (7/20/2010)

Your face has become
--for me
a shadowed moon
wasted, deteriorating
chipping at the edges
slowly, achingly
I have painted you black
black to match the night
the night I cried when you called
the night I cried when you didn't call
one stroke, then another
coloring you
until your light is blown out
like a candle
like my hopes


E.