BB Grey–musings

“Between the white of truth, you left me grey—one autumn day.”

You were a black key lullaby,
sharp and flat,
played soft against the chords of my heart,
pulling me apart—
until nothing remained but silence.

Now, I sit where I once soared,
a melody lost,
an echo fading.

You were a black key lullaby,
each note once perfect in harmony,
with me as your backdrop,
trying to hold the tune
as you played me false.

Now, through blurred tears,
I finally see—
the dissonance,
the hollow wake,
the marrow-deep regret
you left behind.

You were a black key lullaby,
singing sweet while tearing through me,
each lie a note,
each note a wound.

Between the white of truth,
you left me grey—
one autumn day.