Paint the world,
As it is.
Memories of greens,
Grays,
Or blues.
Keepsakes of our youth,
Slathered across a canvas.
Memories held in motion,
For all eternity.
Until they pass with the dying,
Of synapses.
Electricity coming to rest.
We fought for her,
You know.
Until the very end,
Some of us fought.