“Are you Sure you Want to Delete This Message?”

By Olyver LaGabed, Contributing Writer

They say that an artist’s pen speaks an artist’s mind – drawn image a pathway into complex planes 

of thought, drawn image, an ode to those loved most. 

An ideal I never believed until the day I noticed 

the slope of your shoulders in my lines, the crevice of your hands in my sketches – your loved image 

seeping into my truthful medium long after you were gone. 

They say that a good couple counts – and lord knows we counted the months, days, hours, and seconds.

Five hundred forty-eight days, but only one way of saying that I ever loved you, art, my language, 

you, my vocabulary. You’ve long since stopped counting, yet I still continue sketching.

And endlessly, I create. I see your image everywhere: in my art, in the threads of my nature,

all at once speaking now and forever holding my peace.