when my mind paints you
when my mind paints you
it paints in vivid colors
a portrait of beauty you would see
of models on magazine covers
or pageants with sashes on
you would think
with the amount of detail
and color, i must
be seeing you often.
but i see you often
every time i lay my head to sleep
thinking about how you conquered the day,
what smoothie you blended,
what chocolate you snacked on in bed,
the thoughts that visit you in my absense.
i think about our last days together,
replaying in this same mind
the last time a pixeled screen
rendered your face live in my palm.
i scour old voice notes,
flip through digital photos,
to keep this memory fresh
and that’s why my mind can always paint you
in vivid colors.
when my heart











