Grey

In the darkest days. When I remember their names. And how my eyes are set on your gaze. As my senses heighten. And my hold of you tightens. Alone in room, grey life-less walls. Cracks that age as wrinkles. The night light visits me. And in all it's ways it never stays. Alone in room, where my reminiscences fill the room. But when the morning light arises. The room springs into life and blooms. Pain and sorrow comes in the night but joy and happiness comes in the morning.