La tristesse durera toujours.
-The sadness will last forever.
(Last words of Vincent Van Gogh, 29 July 1890)
Yellow. I think he had it right
although he probably did not realize it.
I wish I had met him, told him what people thought.
An ear sliced for the sake of his own delusions
although sincere and thoughtful in that way.
Is it too late to wish
to kiss your lips, to feel what drove you insane
so as to be closer to you?
Those of violet blood
seek softer insults, our pain driven harder than others.
A muse I shall become for you;
inspiration to the dead.