Back then, your art sent me away,
it displayed our differences.
Now, happenstance gave me the chance
to view your paintings on Youtube;
how strange this world that finds them there.
———-
Formal, hard-edged labyrinths,
geometrics in prime colors,
aisles of complicated meaning,
incomprehensible then, now;
a blank canvas when we first met.
———-
We used to travel parallel,
long gone the place where we could meet.
Bold, linear, intense colors,
strong passion and disciplined brush,
still the big picture of your life?
———-
You do not exhibit your face;
would I be recognizable?
I wonder if these forty years
have dimmed the blue sky in your eyes
and thinned your tousled, golden hair.
Elaine Anne Westheimer 
Comments on: "The Past in Paint" (3)
Best to see him as he was..as that love from your past..that imaginary man..
such things are always intriguing, are not they? how someone who you have not seen for years have changed….
beautiful, interesting poem.
The “…aisles of complicated meaning,
incomprehensible then, now;”
took my attention back to relationships that I have had, and still find in my life now from time-to-time,
and have to let go of…. because there is no “place where we can meet” and they remain incomprehensible, though I miss them and long for the relationship to have worked