I am not a painter,
but my fingers itch to take a brush
and fill up a canvas with the colors of you.
I am not a photographer,
and yet my mind replays snapshots of you
in perfect clarity, every day.
I am not a poet,
but still these words spring from me
as if your memory is determined to live on
in the depths of my computer,
where it is both
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.