I am a canvas

I am a canvas:

I started out blank, white, stark

And gradually everyone began to make marks

My mother's pink strokes and my dad's red and green streaks

Then my friends came and went with patterns and peaks

But you made a mark on my life like no other

A single gray dot in the midst of the color

Right in the center of the canvas of my life

Something I hold onto in moments of strife

Makes me remember a person can love

Even though your dot is fading, you whisper from above

As new loves bring me turquoises and yellows and blues

Right in the midst of that madness, is you.