I've become an empty aging canvas
Yellowed, forgotten by your missing touch
I brought peace whenver you felt restless
Inspired life created by your brush
You talked to me and shared your private dreams
I sat with patience hoping you would draw
Some lines across my silkened virgin screen
Perhaps you never needed me at all
Now kept inside this crowded attic room
Boxed colors to my left and to your right
I call upon your glowing midnight moon
To redefine my soul from black to white
You are absent with other art to keep
I've faded in the darkened attic heat
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