Little windows placed on walls.
The moments were never lost on you.
You wanted to hand him your world and this was the only way you knew how. On small bits of canvas.
The creases in his face were birthed into this world for you. He watched your hands imagine more than there was.
You gave him everything in living colour. Oils and acrylics and flesh. He took everything you gave and lifted it up. He built around it and made it safe and whole.
He framed all your beauty.
