Aesthetic

PIERRE AUGUSTE RENOIR: BY THE SEASHORE

Paloma called in sick today,

but we all know she just got drunk again.

During my break,

I sat at the bench

across the paintings of Renoir.

It has been a week

since I have seen her.

Like a drug addiction,

I couldn't keep her away.

I needed to see her

but I knew she was one out of a million.

She was like the lottery:

the type everyone wants to take home

but the odds were impossible.

I looked up after 

biting my shitty sandwich

and there she was.

By The Seashore,

literally.

As she stood side-to-side,

by Renoir's wife,

I could not help and notice

they have the same color of eyes. 

There she goes again,

sending me a smile

that made sadness

stay away.

But today, however,

I fought back,

and shot her a grin

that hadn't appeared

in any of my time here.