March:the month or tread lightly not to retrace broken steps

Can i cast out words of lingering Love
from a mouth that makes others moan
will thoughts divide and subtract
for equations are equal

and my feelings are nigh as departing ships from port
a symphony for the audience of one
small talk exhibition picture gallery
cut through this electronics corrosion with baking soda

will you paint me as a canvas that's crooked
trade words for brush strokes of stabbing remarks
ones that truly Love us never really leave
but linger as an entity in the back of our hearts

humming as a song from the soul
a bee dying after one sting
an engine throwing rods ready to explode
this life we live is fragile as thin glass cups on a tall counter tops edge

where should i stand for this next photo