Portrait of Her

So... Maybe this is just a tad bit late... BUT, I'm back. Sorry for the delay.. Internet problems and all. And a lot of stuff to do. But now I'm here, ready to post yet again. So, here's a poem I wrote last year. I can't remember exactly when. Anyway, a friend of mine (who also writes poetry) inspired me to write this one after a long period of writers' block. So, its a reflection of a whole lot of unsaid everything. I hope you enjoy it!!

It was her portrait. A picture of her that was drawn by expert hands. Hands that knew her every feature, her every beauty. But, did not know her flaws, her mistakes, her inability to be there at that moment to see herself through others' eyes. Her eyes were still, silent and blue like the waters in the lagoon. Her smile was still radiant, so bright it seemed to paint the sky. Te artist could not capture her voice. A sweet melody of happiness, and patience, and at one moment, pain. And she endured that pain. And when it was over, she smiled her smile and laughed her laugh. but soon her laughter died, and so did her smile and her pain. And they were gone forever. Just like her, only a memory on a portrait, a motion in a memory, a beam of light in the sky with the sun and with the stars.

2012