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Patricia Amelia Julabeth-Ann

Patricia Amelia Julabeth-Ann
Known to me
As dear Patty-Am
With hair so fair
(A bright blonde quilt)
And skin like silk
Flowing in milk

With a ready smile
And morals fast
Needy at times
But she made me laugh

Then she went
All away
Gone
Taken
Lost

But wait,
She left fragments behind
A canvas trail
For me to find

“Oh yes,”
The artists’ say
“She used to come here
Every day.”

She’d sit
And paint
And moan
And debate
Politics and sport
Lifestyles to court

The traces
Of places
That we’d never been
The landscapes she wrought
Only she’s seen

Not once
Not ever
Did I see her draw
Death throws open these works...
I’m frankly in awe

Sometimes the pictures
Show familiar ground
Self-portraits
The lounge
The merry-go round
where we first met,
A long time ago,
Only- not so
The images are twisted
The edges all warped
Like our life’s peeled away
And just underneath
Nightmares lie, fresh to be reaped

And there are poems of rage
And stories of days
When the characters cry
And inside they die
But to the world passing by
And all those therein
They smile
And they laugh
And occasionally grin

You lie, Little Dog
To show me these things
The artists are wrong,
I refuse to go on
Our life wasn’t bliss
But I knew with each kiss
My wife, she was happy
So none of this.

But... then again
Some of us do
Split our lives in two
With half for them
And half for you
Strangers tread trails,
that loved ones never find
In paths
Our painted secrets bind

Patricaia Amelia Julabeth-Ann
Better known
As LonelyWife1051

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“Hey,” Fox says, mouth swilling with beer. “Looks like she’s got a blog, too.”
Click click.

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