Dried Paint

The paint swirls
Colors mixing 
Only stopping 
when it's just right
Layer on layer 
Slowly an image appears 
A memory from so long ago
Words swirl in the mist
Having meaning only when they want too
I miss you more today
More then yesterday 
The image so guttural 
With an intense stare
Looking clean through your soul
The paint gets thicker
And some how smoother
With the passage of time
I miss you more yesterday 
Then the day before
Paint has dried 
An image telling a story
Whispering through the years 
A memory you can't take away
Hanging on a wall
The damage so evident