Memories of grey

I had awoken early that morning,

To her drinking from my coffee cup

While smoking my last cigarette.

She had a tear in her eye

Holding out a dear John letter in her hand.

I could have tried, but instead gave her her space, and walked out of her life.

Closing the door behind me

Never to say goodbye, never to know the reason why.

I tried so hard, so hard I tried

With a tear in her eye, all she could say was that I tried.

Now there is no more blue nor darkened of sky

The colors like my memories, both blur a little more as each day goes bye.

As our picture turns to grey

All our memories slowly fade.

Acting – are our last words

To extinguish our once – forever flame

As memories become a blur, as our page takes a turn.

We watch all our words turn grey, like falling ashes

Slowly to burn, slowly float away.

Turning both the sky

And our picture

To grey.