She has taken up residence in him. Since he saw her as his queen, she sits on a little throne inside him. Unfortunately, he is frozen and doesn't realize that if he could thaw just the tiniest bit, he would start feeling again. That her love for him was so vast that it could inspire masterpiece after masterpiece, if only he could see. He secretly stashed her sweater set in his dresser. When no one is looking, he sticks his nose into the drawer and inhales deeply. This only causes pain. He needs to dive deeper but is too afraid, so he stays on the surface where the scent is unbearable in its reminder. He wants to kiss her on the nose but there isn't a nose to kiss. He wants to stay in the pain so that he can keep her alive. But she isn't alive. At least in the sense he wants her to be. If he can let go, he could swim in her. Rejoice. As it is, he drowns in his tears. Even though they are unshed.
It is time for the life boat. She knows it more than he does. While he is still able. There are fresh canvases to paint. Colors to discover. New scents ready to entice him. She promises to be there when he returns.
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