empty canvas I & II

[Part I] 

You're making lines on my empty canvas... 
jagged lines that give away 
your insecurities 
and I don't mind 
which direction you go in 
as long as we meet 
at the same point in the end. 

[Part II] 

I've placed an empty canvas 
on the wall, 
hanging in solitude.. 
the silence it brings 
is so loud. 

She steps. 
Observes. 
Caresses the stretched fabric 
and breathes- 
she breathes 
her vision. 

With eyes closed, 
inhale. 
exhale. 

I escape her soul, 
dressed in smoke 
moving through the air 
and find my resting place 
with soft pastels 
and wordless expressions 
on an empty canvas.