Grayscale Weather

Sometimes I come back,
To the voids where we had met.
Your eyes are gray now;
You blonde hair is dulled and brown.

Just after sunset—
Backyard chairs and chewing gum
Cool in October,
But your stresses ain't burned away . . .

Did you come for me?
Or paper plates and plastic drinks?
And can you hear me?—
This is not what I felt before . . .

And I think together,
Monotone December,
All this grayscale weather,
Is no sign of what's to come.



Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Hayes Leeper
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