Gray

You were slipping all along.

I just didn’t see that

the feet that held you

were shaky.

As the fallen one

you called me angel

and trusted

with eyes that hadn’t learned to see broken.

I did not break you, no,

but you hadn’t noticed yet,

that every heart limps,

to the same four steps.

You see the break now,

see the mutilation of our kind.

We are but a broken people,

with not a clue where to start.

We go to the rumored beauty,

and find her drunk, sullen and uncaring.

She has faded.

All is fading.

They disappeared one by one,

until blue and green,

and red and orange

were meaningless.

But sometimes,

I remember them.

I hope you can too.