In Grey
As I stood in the doorway,
I thought my life a blissful grey.
All the feelings I possessed
dangling on display.
Gathered in one sentence
held tender in my hand.
I need a lover
a man.
Table was grey
waiter taking pay
Flowers were so pink
I could not think.
I just sood there
the music in my eyes,
No words to say
no lies.
To see if he would hold me
or flee.
To confess his love
or me mine
a time
in total grey.
R. Risley
08/94
Copyright © Rosalie Risley | Year Posted 2005
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