I Write Poetry

Today no one enquired
What colour was my night?
What shade woke me up?
What colour was the liquid in my morning cup?

I lay in Noone's heart
I lay in Noone's head
No one is my soulmate
His words are scriptures red

But red is not the colour of my day
Oh no! The night, the day, all came to grey!
Not the mellow misty magic kind
A darker grey that lingers behind.

It chokes me and it holds me tight
My sweetest friend day and night.
It tells me I am Nothing,
That I am even less
That No one has forgotten me
That Empty grey will forever be my midnight mass.