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Grayness devours my soul.  A glimpse of her color, but it’s not the vibrant color of my youth, not the color I remember. 

My senses dulled; no sweet smells in the springtime, no more flowers of beauty speckling the horizon…just a faint shadow, another gray. 

Touch has been set adrift…numbly farther and farther away.   

When I do feel it’s like a breeze in the summertime, light and soft with certain warmness and inadvertent, accidental. 

I can still remember touch.  I long for it and cannot forget yet, I want to.  It would be easier, I think. 

Hope fades with every closing day into still more gray, threatening to blur everything away. 

Tomorrow is another day. 

I have a thread, a thin thread of what tomorrow may bring that holds me to this tapestry. 

Without it I would surely drift farther into gray.  I cannot stop it, feverishly blending away. 

I wait for her and know that she is there…really? 

I long to touch her, to know her, to love her, to believe in her…to be a color, any color, my color. 

I want to smell again, to feel again, and to live again; to love again. 

If ever there are winters in life this is surely mine.  It is cold and without color. 

Is she out there?  Does she exist?  Can she believe?  Can she love, truly love as selfishly as I? 

I feel no color, see no warmth and have no trust in tomorrow. 

Can she understand?  Will she choose to understand?  Does she know my winter?  It’s the onlyh way. 

I wear my costume everyday as if to hide the gray.  When alone my color chips away, falls to gray, chiseled away. 

I don’t want to let go.  I wait on yet another day…someday?