Gray is all I see, every day, gray is everywhere staring at me and taunting me. Days go by, she just sits and sits, no more words and she is no longer my Lana.
Gray is my least favorite color in the world, I hate it because it's all I see everyday in her eyes, gray.
Days on end of 'Lana? Lana, speak to me' and nothing in return. I watch the skies for their flying forms coming back down to earth but all I see is blue and some days, gray.
The skies taunt me; mock me with birds doing the one thing I can't, fly.
Some days I feel my feet hovering but right when I realize they fall back down to the ground, only to stay grounded for the rest of the day.
She's still, only moving to whisper 'it's too late, it's too late' tears decide to stay in now, I'm all out of them and all that's left is rage.
"I love Lana, but I can't do this any more."
I'm talking to no one for the last time, whispering the words deep in her ear and praying she hears me.
Days I walk away with the need to not come back but then the next day comes and here I am again whispering words to no one and to nothing. Somehow I know she's gone, trapped away inside herself and no longer the person I once loved.
The days came, years and years after the first that ended in tears. I whisper 'goodbye' and walk away this time not to come back the next day, tears wanting to find me but I just hold them in.
As I leave I see the gray of her eyes and I know that it's over, once and for all.