Neither black nor white
Nor here nor there
No complete darkness, nor blinding light

Neither left nor right
Not a yes, or no
No love, no, no spite

I watched the city fade into desaturation, the life I knew so well became jaded.
The drought robbed her of her colour.
And when the clouds rolled in I only thought of grey.

The rain enveloped the city and seeped through our clothes and into our skin,
And we are soaked with
A kind of satisfaction.

That's funny.

There is still
comfort
in
the
grey.

*AA