Subtitle

A CONFLUENCE OF DAYS, WEEKS AND YEARS

by Jonathan Vold

Saturday, June 18

gray

if you could read my mind it would be gray
i mean to say
      the color of a stone
without distinction neither right no wrong
without apology no will no wont
be coming home tonight
       how was your day
you said i said its funny but i dont
remember much about the black or white
of it the colors turn to monotone
and the lines begin to fade
                   away
i find myself with nothing more to say
and nowhere else to go the day
                   is done
and i am going home to you tonight
instead of going off somewhere alone
to lose myself in my private shades
                        of gray

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