hang painting here

By: Halle Kay

“hang painting here?”
a pink sticky note laid on the wall,
you left it there last time you walked these halls.
how could i have known that would’ve been your last time ever?
after copenhagen, our hearts died together.
you loved this house, called it forever,
you even loved the red and green shutters.
“hang painting here?”
a sticky note i can’t bring myself to remove,
how could i?
it’s my last trace of you,
and a reminder of the first date we shared
with plans to steal that painting.
i can’t even blame you for stealing that ship,
but o captain, my beautiful captain,
you are so missed.
“hang painting here?”
stuck forever on our wall,
my heart pangs with each step down the hall.
i never thought i’d feel the way that i do,
but now i feel as empty and blank
as the space beside our room.
time went on, and i never did fall in love again.
the smell of an orange muffin,
lingers in the air.
i live here with your spirit,
how is this life fair?
i continue on, i still love you my dear,
with a pink sticky note on the wall that reads
“hang painting here?”

Halle began writing in a high school creative writing class, and it completely changed her life. She does it for herself, and to let out her thoughts and feelings, but she is more than happy to share her work with others who love it the same way she does.