Poems Can Save You

He Painted Her

Her pale blue gaze washes over me
But I cannot fully see her,
I cannot see all of her,
I cannot see into her.
What is it that she will not reveal to him?
What does she know about me?
I crave her, too. Almost more than him.
Only to know her soul is all.
I could look at her forever
and still not know
why she is so compelling.
She is plain, or subtle. She is ambiguous.
Yet, he did not stay with her, nor did I.
Another, more solid, more colorful
drew him away.
He painted her, too.

Linda Brooks Alred
2009