You Thought You Were Gray

the mist, the fury, the storm clouds by nightfall,

the lake, the sadness, the boat that fell by the wayside,

the willows, the truth, the bird's mourning call at dawn—

these are all the things that remind me of you and that day

when you slipped below the waters and called it home,

never again to grace your footprints against the shore marsh.

the mulch, the fright, the house's creaks way past dusk,

the lark, the sunset, the burst of rain that covered everything,

the wind, the taste, the bell they rang while they looked for you—

these are all the things that tell me you're gone, truly gone,

no matter how I look in the mirror and see your face staring back,

the song of myself that is gone, gone, gone away to a watery grave

(the gray, gray, gray that tells me I never should have lied at all).

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