a day like this, so grey and dead, just right,
this wind that makes me feel like I’d be free.
and I’ve got the ability to fill
the world with all the colours I can see:
dark black, dark grey, dark blue, dark red, dark white.
And I’ve got the ability to kill
a part of me just like I killed the part
of me that saw a light I couldn’t touch.
and now I feel this wind and it is hard
to stand because I miss the part that held
me all along. so such a wind and such
a day they show me who I am and who
I was and what I feel and what I felt
and what I lost and saw and loved and you.
but sometimes I just wonder whether I
have really lost a part of me or just
a day like this, so grey, a day of dust,
a day I didn’t fill and don’t know why.
and there will be some other days like this
they’ll make me see the things I have to miss
some long, long days of colours I can’t see
but feel and fill and live and love and be.