i think of you
thinking about
what i was thinking
when i was painting
what you’re looking at ...
seeing things
i don’t think about
anymore, yet, or never ...
knowing
we think about
what we see ...
[not close enough to care
for fun or flirt,
my finessed surfaces
are less personal,
less meaningful now ...
what matters more than how
is why
if anything ever mattered anyway ...]
