Maggie on my Mind

The following piece is a reflection on the painting entitled "Maggie On My Mind" by contemporary artist Carol Brown Goldberg. This work is my interpretation of the story that the painting is telling, and may be completely different from the artist's intended story. A photo of the painting is below. 

Before Maggie, everything was blank. As her heart slowly opened to mine, it bled colors onto my canvas, dots, like cells, floating through my life. When I tried to touch them, they dissolved, gone forever. When we talked, my canvas filled with orderly lines and blotches of purple, velvet-soft, something to fall back on when life fell apart. Then came the swirls, the jagged lines, marking how my heart jumped whenever I glimpsed her. Our laughter sprung up green, like musical notes, dancing across space and time. Her voice was red, solid, like a tongue reaching out to taste the sweetness in the air. When Maggie left, I fell off the ends of the earth. My lines curved, my structure faltered, my hope wavered. Confusion dictated my life, grays and blues painted my world. My canvas turned into an underwater scene and the seaweed reached up to grasp my legs, pulling me under. When I tried to breathe in, salty water filled my mouth, my lungs, seeping into the cracks in my armor. All I heard as I drowned was a deep, hollow, ringing, the sound of a world without Maggie in it. My canvas turned black and lifeless, I floated, frozen in time with Maggie on my Mind.