You Look At Me While I Paint

Look at you
Standing at the other side.
Yet, you watch me.
It was a bad day.

And here I am painting and thinking of you
In my secret place
You smoke and drink vodka to kill boredom.
I use colours.

Look at us now
We still pursue each other.
The clouds utter words we want to say to each other.

My love ! When you manifest in reality.
I become an alchemist.

Mary Zammit
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