BB Grey–musings

“We are all just echoes of something we can never fully hear.”

bb grey

You dangled your limbs—loosely, languidly, long—
over the edge of a timeworn pier,
where salt gnawed the timber to shades of grey and black,
a stark contrast to the soft ivory of your skin.

You traced slow circles,
toe-tips dipping like the plucking of a harp
composing an opus only you could hear—
only I could sea.

Afar, alone,
I could only imagine,
adrift,
blinded by see.

You pulled your knees to your chest,
folding into yourself like a letter never sent,
your chin resting against the weight of thoughts
that did not belong to me.

The chasm widened.
My heart, open,
spilled, dried.

I called for you—
words collapsing before they reached the shore,
swallowed by the silence,
proud in its refusal to echo.

You ebbed from my realm,
will lost at the helm,
floating further, further away—

Until today.

When you turned,
as if waking from a long-forgotten dream,
and said,

“Would you like to stay?“