Painting over the old broken memories. The layers get thicker each day.

Corners dripping shades of red.
Red for the love we once shared.
Corners dripping shades of blue.
Blue for the tears the visited me.
Corners dripping shades of yellow.
Yellow of the laughter we truly meant.

The canvas was painted black last time, when we went our different ways.

Some of the old designs begin to burst through, dancing to the foreground, showing the best of the past.

Now a rainbow of colors are being splattered onto the board. They stream down, staining the floor. The artwork seems beautiful and flawless.

She stands before it, and wonders how it will look as the times continue to change.