You paint,

Using sky blue,

Making his eyes,

So blue,

That you could,

Drown in them.

Then you look,

At a string of photographs,

Stuck to your corkboard.

Then you paint the girl,

With blue eyes,

And a jean jacket.

And above it,

In gentle strokes,

You paint,

“Will you remember me,

In ten years?”

Because,

While you were drowing,

In his eyes,

He was barely swimming,

In yours.