A Grey-painted Collection

What colour defines your world but grey, when you’ve seen so much pain

Maybe I would have described it as blue, two years ago, or so.

But when the grey slams your face,

and your eyes turn red and blue,

and the driver stops her car to see the damage she can’t undue

and my memories fall on the yellow dotted line.

I see the red of when I was pulled into the world

And the purple of my knees on tarmac

I see the white that runs from her eyes,

Glistening orange in the headlights

And everything floods grey when time starts to fly

And it’s not to say grey is my shame,

that I wish all blue was still the same

It’s a lie to say my world isn’t full anyway

But when he dropped to his knees,

And made a plea to the man he’s never seen

And turned the blade in a friend

I watched his mother plea

How could the blue remain?

She used to be so bright, like she’d been set alight

Like a cat a night, eyes gleaming with all of their might

But I saw her on the stand

And I know that blue turns grey

And I knew that her blue would fade away

But I didn’t think it would do it in such a way

That left me unsure of anything I could say

And everything flooded grey as she stared into my eyes

And then the lockdown imposed on my life

And I saw the walls of my room, shrieking vomit of yellow and blue

And the colours changed into green, where I stood in the forest

The day I never felt so mean

But when I drop her hand

Her pink lips faded to grey, as they did every day

I couldn’t bare her eyes,

The only blue that could never change

She trapped me inside

My old heart driven away from all its dream

And it’s silver hair decayed to grey, so that by the time she whispered my name

I was gone before she could try and stay

And everything floods grey when you make another girl cry

And everything floods grey when you say goodbye

How can one say goodbye without waiting for a grey light to change the fate

And make your truths untrue

And make your facts unknown

I thought I knew it all, but it was you

Who challenged my thoughts

That drew magical realism in every lesson taught

And when I thought I had gone askew

You told me about your grey life too

And on that day I knew,

my colours aren’t absent or few

Grey is the collection of a life I knew.