today i left the painting of the orange woman,
the one you called the elf queen,
to the care of our hairdresser, barbara.
she recognized it as your favorite painting.
i thought back and wondered
when had she seen it?
during one of our parties?
another time that i am not aware of?
that painting has been an icon for us
in some sort of way
for a long time.
now it faces a different space,
now neither of us are in its possession,
i will miss it
as perhaps you may have missed it,
the way that i missed you.