Sad side of my mother's face nurturing, warm, safe and all light once reflecting, gleaming once shining, dreaming once pure, white once demanding flight all light on my mother's face dims to gray
and all patience remains gray his word, he told me did not fade- did not lose the light his bed left unmade he'd lost the fight there was no change of tone when she finally answered the phone
and all pain turns gray her dream, she spoke unbecoming beneath the smoke floating through the atmosphere until no more opportunities could appear all days following were discussed in gray
now he aches she aches the struggle to survive the loss of time
he yells, she yells denying of raised tones more frequently hanging up phones dry tears collect in the gray atmospheres she cries, he weeps somehow, somewhere their ends did not meet