Destin Amour

DESTIN AMOUR
Your eyes were two drops of sickly sweet honey. Those eyes haunted me everywhere I went. That smile of yours melted my heart and left menumb. Yet, now I´m a broken rag doll whispering you name. But you are dead.
I look through my window and everything-everyone is so alive. As I walk to workI contemplate every single couple that I pass. Oh my, they look so happy drinking coffee and eating delicate pastries, while forming an idyllic Parismorning scene. That´s when I felt it. Time stopped as my soul recognized your ghost. ¨¨Luna…¨¨, I heard my name and I knew it was you because no one could say itthat way.
Every day I passed the same street, at the same time because that was the only way and only time I felt you ghost. Those few seconds kept megoing through the day no matter how harsh. People often look for adventure, danger, passion, but the only thing I look for now is you.
With my paintcovered hands in hips, I observe my 6 meter by 3 meter master piece. I sight, who would have thought that you death would inspire this magnificent creation. Ikeep looking as the sweet and tragic story of Artemis and Orion unfold in my mural.
Now I find myself as a famous and rich Parisian mural artist. Peoplepay thousands and millions of Euros for my work. Yet destiny has its ways, because it was you death that triggered my success.
As I pass my usual route Irealize that I was destined to love you. You were destined to die, and to conclude this I was destined to paint our tragic story over and over again.