Grey
Published: 14 October 2019
Grey—
like the shadows cast by the Sun
underneath the cotton-white clouds
floating on the infinite blue sky;
like the colour of the railings
that I've held on to many times
whenever I hid from your my eyes;
like the ashes that rise and fall
from the exhausted fire deep inside
and the smoke that obscures my mind;
like the back and the front of the
shirt I am wearing because it leapt
towards my hand this morning, unknowing
that you'd also wear grey today.