I keep forgetting the taste of colors.
The deep brown of your eyes,
Waiting-
The cold green dots in my phone,
Blinking-
The vermillion on my mother's hair,
Fading-
I only remember greys now.
Sometimes a shade darker,
Sometimes a shade lighter.
The ashes of my first poems to You,
Grey-
The color of my mother's hair,
Grey-
The dots on my phone,
Grey-
The world I dream and build
And the tomorrow I think of
Stripes of greys and whites;
Marching on and on.
Till they blend completely
Into the darkness.