A POEM THE BLUE PAINTING
By Hussein Atoui | Staff Writer
Is it you whom I love?
Or the person I painted you to be?
Maybe I held a delicate brush,
Choosing only the best colors.
And there you are,
A mesmerizing painting unlike the others.
There you are,
A dream that’ll never come true.
I’m giving it thought—
Should I repaint it blue?
And here I am,
Doing what I always do,
Questioning myself again—
Do I love you?