"Gray"
G-R-A-Y.
It was the color of the sky on a rainy day.
It was the color of her eyes.
It was the color of a day with storms and sighs.
Cool. Calm. Calculating.
Cold. Can be warm. Worth protecting.
She was mine.
Everything was just fine.
(It wasn't. I failed.)
Run. RUN. RUN.
The storm outside rages on.
Her eyes darken.
My breath quickens.
G-R-A-Y.
The color of the sky today.
The gods never stay kind for long.
( just this once, I hope I'm wrong.)
(I'm not.)
It's here.