Aesthetic

VINCENT VAN GOGH: ROSES

One part of me

lost what I was 

searching for:

love.

Tatianna still calls 

for a second round;

I ignore her

until she finally gave up.

Most nights consist

of finding myself 

at the bottom of 

alcohol bottles. 

The only beauty I have left

is the artwork at the Met.

Even then,

it isn't a safe place.

Lydia comes by:

searching,

looking,

and guilty.

Maybe I need time

to fix myself.

Think better decisions I make

for this ridiculous thing

called love. 

Work consists 

sitting at the desk,

guiding guests,

or just walking.

Luckily,

I loved it.

"Hey Evan.

You got something 

waiting for you

at the desk."

Thanks, Becky.

Arriving at the desk,

there in a brown vase

sat several green sage flowers.

On top was a card:

"Love is something eternal... 

The aspect may change, but not the essence."

- Vincent Van Gogh

She knew how to cool my heart

instead of playing with fire. 

I knew I didn't let her go,

when I felt myself grinning

the rest of the day.