Grey skies
I look up at a grey expanse
a thick consuming
emptiness of sky.
Can I mourn something that never
was?
Can I mourn an emptiness?
A lack?
A nothing?
I look up at empty skies
I feel empty too
I feel numb
Like all feelings have been drawn out
Have been lost somewhere along
the way.
I know I’ll find my way back to them
But for now I’m living in this patch of grey,
this empty sky
devoid of birdsong
or life.
By Floriana