The clouds passing over head
form fifty shades of grey

The lightest shedding a bit of light on the dying grass
for only a moment before the almost-black erase the memory.

And so they march on
the never ending army of clouds

It's amazing how two people

at one time can appear perfect for each other

even when they aren't

and then the inevitable comes

gradual distancing via work and some other lame excuse

and then it's just not there...

and even if they still love each other,

it's to different

and they go their own ways.

Leaving two children behind.

Even if I need help                                                             ­                               I do

I would never tell anyone                                                           ­                    definitely not my family

Because then I'd be treated differently                                                      ­    with pity "oh, I'm sorry!       .                                                          ­                                                             I didn't even realize!

And I definitely wouldn't have a life then                                                      *like I ever did

What do you do when there's nothing left

and no one will listen to you

no matter what you say

how you say it

or how loud you are.

BAM**

Outta the solar system.

go find another planet to revolve around you

as long as you don't burn me up,

I'm happy