the sun burns everything it touches
or at least that is what they say
and if that is true
and if I believe that
then maybe you were my sun
no matter how much you hurt me
I still held onto you like you wouldn’t rise again tomorrow
and even though you hurt me
you also made me grow
like a plant I soaked up your energy and we became one
but now it is night and you have gone
and like a planet I have shriveled into nothingness with the lack of you
and I cant wait till morning so you’ll be back again

Black, white, and gray.
Black. White. Gray.
Black. White. Gray.
Black. White. Gray.
Black. White. Gray.
Black. White. Gray.
Black. White. Gray.
Black. White. Gray.
Black. White. Gray.
She was made of these. She was nothing more than simple combinations of black, white, and gray. It had been this way for as long as she could remember.
     But some people were different than her. They were made up of so much more than just black, white, and gray. They felt things far beyond her spectrum of understanding. They were more than those three colors. more than those simple components.
     She had heard of someone’s eyes “lighting up” before. She hadn’t understood. She had doubted its credibility.
     But then, she saw it. She had seen this happen! She had watched someone’s eyes sparkle like they were electric!
     She had heard laughter, so innocent, so joyous that she had no words.
How amazing this is when all she was just three colors?

     But then, her world… changed. Her once simple world, of black, white, and gray… Was different. Whenever she saw them, her world would explode with so many new colors. Her black, white, and gray hid when she neared them. Everything burst. These colors, these emotions that she had no idea how to describe. They have made her laugh. They had made her eyes light up like they were electric. She enjoyed their company so much, and yet…
    

How could she explain…

That still, deep down

She is still, and will never be anything more, than black, white, and gray?

She said to me "Marc now there's something i just could never understand, where is your heart exactly because I don't know how you continue to stand. How many times has it broke and how many times has it healed, if it's healed, has it healed? I don't get it why don't you give up like any other man?" All I could do was smile as a took her hand and in its Palm I traced my heart like I would in the sand, and I said. "My heart is in your hand where it has always been, and all those struggles yeah they’re hard but it makes it all worth it when we gaze at the stars." And as I closed her hand her teardrops hit the sand and washed into the ocean blue as she grasped out for me yelling I love you. And in the silence of our embrace she realized our hands had found grace as our heartbeats sang a tune we felt through our palms on that warm afternoon.

MJP