Fading to Grey
I wonder how long we'll ride this out
When the nostalgia runs stale
And the memory of what used to be abandons us for good
Our vanilla love, all those memories ago

The slow rolling storm,
Soon showed us its fury
Our will became
weathered
Never learning to love outside of expectaion

......but we pressed on down the line

Our weathervane of passionate desire,
Is it ever, everlasting?
and...
I remember when I used to tell you apathy
~ it was my biggest fear
And now it's become our home

I reach for my latest vice
And drown my heart
For a little while
At least until,
I am greeted again,

By those lackluster eyes
Their sad emptiness,
Dressed up, in an otherwise after-thought of a disguise

....better yet, this far down the line

So where do we go now Love
When only the chill of cold comforts are keeping us warm
In this kailidescope of complacency
Where the colours are slowly fading to grey

J.  Hitchcock 2019