black and white

How do I paint the sky for you 

In words of black and white

How do I describe my dad to you

Or the way the trees play with the light

I trace your hands along my scar

But you don’t know how it feels

You don’t feel the leather seats in my car

Or my burnt skin after the sun when it peels

Do you hear the supper bell clang

Do you know the woods where we roam 

Do you remember how the crickets sang

Or the sound of the gravel coming home

I try to do my best to paint

These pictures in black and white

You smile and nod but it ain’t

The same–it’s all just black and white