BB Grey–musings

Tumbling rocks,
Crooked fence,
Dust splinters in the air.
Ashen face, worn by time—
Words, sharp as broken promises,
Whispered beneath our vows.

Sky dreams, fragile and vast,
Syringe truth, piercing the haze.
Fire courses through our silence,
Smolders in the spaces left behind—
Words, heavy with honest lies,
Etched where trust once stood.

You,
Me,
“I do”—
Words that bind, then fracture,
Scattered like shards of a shattered ring.