I remember the first day your luggage was brought in
You were newly married to a man you’ve never met
A strange man who had a room in his house he forbade you from entering
And who never saw your nakedness
I was your servant
Curiosity and loneliness recommended me to you
I remember that night you sneaked into my apartment
And saw me painting
I knew why you came
And for helping you find the answers you sought
You allowed me paint you, half naked
You are no more
But anytime I stand before this board
I see you, a flower in one hand
Ineffable gratitude in the other
For all the trouble we’ve been through together
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