Oh poop...

Also, in my sleep deprived state I've lost the ability to follow the days of the week. I'm working tomorrow, so the next Bitesize is actually Tuesday. ¬¬

In the meantime, allow me to distract you with this poem.

Paint a Pretty Picture

Does your memory still picture me
Or is the painting growing dusty
Is it locked away like Dorian Gray
In an attic, dark and musty
Has the memory of our passion stayed
Do you still think about me much
If the colours on the painting fade
Well it's time it got retouched

'Cos I have a matching one of you
And I polish it every so often
And now and then I take my brush
Wet the bristles, let them soften
And try to fix the faded spots
With quiet introspection
Until the world intrudes and stops
My pursuit of perfection

And I cannot count the many times
I've sat alone and tried to
Paint a fresh new picture of
Myself sitting beside you
But it can't be done, the colours run
The canvas falls apart
And I find myself sat here alone
Amid a pile of worthless art

© Charon 2009

I know... Martin would not be pleased. :( "Quiet introspection" was originally "gentle genuflection" until I realised that genuflection is bowing... turns out I was thinking of gesticulation which doesn't work...
But I promised not to bin stuff if it was almost up to standard so it's here.