i want to be an artist too

everything was perfect

there was me and you

together at last

it was bliss

it was pure ecstasy

it was the happiest i had ever been

but alas, all good things 

come to an end

and so did we

so now it is me

and you, torn apart

by the hurricane that is life

i don't think i miss you

but i do miss

the idea of you and

the way you, like an artist

painted happiness 

throughout my life

in that short period of time

you gave me hope

and i miss that

and maybe you, too