Grey

No need to come home.

She’s used to being alone.

She wraps her arms across her chest.

Falls asleep, but never rests.

Hard to see from far away.

So she dreams of him in colors of grey.

Heavy is the heart that only beats for another.

With weight that pulls them apart

and brings them together.

At the doorstep,

she reaches for him to stay.

Almost home,

but the colors fade away.

So she wakes,

only to see-

she’s dreamt of him coming home,

in colors of grey.