She painted in the abstract

She painted in the abstract

Portrayed a world

Of her own design

Floating in daydreams.

Butterflies

Followed her around

She held them in her hands

Waiting until they

Flew out into the blue

Before coming around again

To sparkle in the sun.

There was a moment

When the world stopped moving

The sky trailed with passing

Jet planes

Taking everything away.

She thought that she was

To be left all alone

Until the mood lifted

As easily as a kiss

Which is how worlds change,

Paintings turn blue

From cyan and magenta.

Is it any wonder

She asked

If I really loved her?

When everything was different

From one day to the next.

Even London was a swamp

When it was raining.

Colours never look the same

Not like we remember

Or in that moment

When we can say,

Even if it is just once,

Yes, I love you

I really do love you.