I used to hate the grey
And everything it stood for.
The cold
The waves
The friendships I outgrew.
I used to hide in my closet,
So I wouldn’t have to see it.
Six years later
I do not know love
But I imagine the wind around me
Sounds something similar to what Achilles heard
When Patroclus said they were gods.
Now I live for the grey
Like I live as the grey;
The cold settled in my bones,
The waves leak from my eyes,
The friends I learned to love,
And now I find comfort in the grey.