Blank Canvas

When we started

I thought I knew a lot

It's amazing how knowledgeable

Ignorant people think they are

You taught me a lot

About myself

Exploring things yet undiscovered

Probing, questioning, explaining

Your patience is endless

All that and still

I feel like a blank canvas

Ready for everything

But only just finished

Cleaning the red

Of a broken heart

So patched with tape and staples

I continue forward

Tangling myself in this web of memories

And still amazed by you

This once blank canvas

Has been erased so many times

It's now a grey figment

Hanging in a topaz sky

Held up by dreams

And all I'm asking


"Where's my pen?"