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Orange Kittens

Once, a painted face he wore.
A face that intrigued me.
But long ago, he removed the paint, and washed his face.
I was sent away.
Soon, he left as well,
leaving behind tattered and burned pages of my memory,
and a fingerprint on my soul.

I thought I was rid of you.,
but you left a trace of orange paint behind.

All I wanted was for you to remain a clouded memory.
A ghost.

But orange-all-weather paint doesn't wear away
with salty tears.

If I could only speak with you,
one more brief encounter,
Perhaps then the paint would fade away.

But you are lost,
Like a kitten who runs away
and finds a new family.
You have moved on, forgotten me.
But I do not forget lost kittens.
I weep, even after I have raised a new one.
They live in me, like mold on old loaves of bread.

Description
Orange Kittens

Once, a painted face he wore.
A face that intrigued me.
But long ago, he removed the paint, and washed his face.
I was sent away.
Soon, he left as well,
leaving behind tattered and burned pages of my memory,
and a fingerprint on my soul.

I thought I was rid of you.,
but you left a trace of orange paint behind.

All I wanted was for you to remain a clouded memory.
A ghost.

But orange-all-weather paint doesn't wear away
with salty tears.

If I could only speak with you,
one more brief encounter,
Perhaps then the paint would fade away.

But you are lost,
Like a kitten who runs away
and finds a new family.
You have moved on, forgotten me.
But I do not forget lost kittens.
I weep, even after I have raised a new one.
They live in me, like mold on old loaves of bread.