pale grey

memories stained with heartache
love sent out...
return to sender
mixed with love divine
when "just right"
"just right", no rhyme or reason
like seasons change
before you know it, so suddenly
fortune or ruin
so white and then....
pale grey
like a morning that lulls you back into sleeping
or a separateness
that comes creeping
the waterfall of love
falls hard on rocks
that both delight in the pounding water
and can feel nothing
at any moment
and I am weeping
at the loss of you
and the sometimes love that you were keeping
for me


~C

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