He painted all the time.
He said that it had helped him escape.
I never knew what he wanted to escape.
I nicknamed him Vincent.
He pretended to hate it,
but I could still see the smile on his face.
I never knew that when I boarded the train
on that starry, starry night,
that I would never see him again.
I did everything that was expected of me,
I did it all.
So now I'm going to join you in your peace.
I wonder if I'll look seventeen again,
when I join you.
Time has been cruel to my complexion.
Do you still look the same?
You never told me why you did it.
Oh well, it doesn't matter now.
I think I figured it out anyway.
I'm looking at the stars now, Vincent.
They look the same as they did.
I don't know whether to hate those stars
Or to love them.
They remind me of you , after all.
You're still beautiful.
'They that love beyond the world;
Cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.'
- William Penn