Like When You Write A Poem

(I wrote this poem when I was 21 years old).

Like When you Write A Poem
By F. Vidal Beup Jr.

Your brush doesn't paint
In colors that draw
The world to its face--
Like when you smile
After a war has crippled
The man in you;
Or as when you go
And return
With your eyes empty;
Or as when those hands
Wave goodbye
As I leave.

Your words
Are void of cheer
As when you say
These cares would all fade
At the break of dawn.
Your voice simply betrays
The sadness of it all.

You see, I have a way
Of knowing
If you're lying--
Like when you pen
Your thoughts
In delicate patterns
And break me twice
In recognition of you.