White would never do.

The best thing I've written to date...




I painted over the canvas I painted for you,
Way back when we were young and dumb,
For the home I thought you'd help me make...

I wanted to paint it white,
To turn it back to the way it was when I bought it,
Before you or me or faded dreams.

But White just wouldn't do.
Too many bold and deep blues stained clear through.
White would never do.

It didn't hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would,
To drape it all in black
Almost like a funeral...

I painted over the canvas I painted for you,
With a smile and a brush and these words,
To help the canvas,
Rest in peace...