Pastels or bold
I am a painting
Hung on your wall
Stare longingly
You don’t touch
Stay afar
I am flawed
Imperfect
You are satisfied
Looking approvingly
You’re happy this one is yours
You’re happy with yourself
Take me down
Put me up
I’m just another thing to you
Never interacting
You’re not an artist
And I’m not made of canvas
Instead, my arms grabbed my frame
My legs came down from behind
I suddenly stood on my own
Off the wall
Down the hall
Through the door
I am gone.
Adam F.C. Fletcher 