day 201

Open letter to Van Gogh

You painted the sky as it sang
All the blues and liveliness
You watched it dance

Said,
"All the whites can be mistake for dim yellows and the blues for pinks"
You painted for your sister

That night,
you told her you loved her though blood and color.
He never said I love you to me
and I just want to know if he has sisters

I think of him every time I see the sky.
Every time I mistake the blues for golds, I remember not to wander. I walk and I wonder if you've ever prayed for your sister and her safety.

I want to know if he still thinks of me when the stars awaken.

For every sky you've painted for your sister,
have you ever wondered what the clouds think when women are kissed when they are lost?