2011 - Day 267

I take the painting off the wall
And throw it towards the ground,
It shatters right in front of her
With a loud explosive sound.
We stand there for a while now
And stare at one another,
I'm the one who smiles first
Then she laughs as hard as ever.
We start to take more paintings down,
We toss them everywhere,
The walls the floor the fireplace too
Me and her make quite the pair.
And when we're done we walk outside
The ground's shadows shine by moon light,
We disappear into the mist
Will we come back? We might.