I thought that I saw you today
But not your heart and not your face
Just a ghost that ran away
Staggering my ragged grey
Colors burned bright in my mind
A dozen moments into time
As I remembered all the lines
My ragged grey turned into rhyme
I heard your voice inside my head
And tried to hear my own instead
Thinking of the words I fled
Back when my ragged grey was red
My interior delay
Is aching for the light of day
"The heart is done", you would say
If you could feel this ragged grey.
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