Just Gray

I carry myself in her shadows,
in concrete tears shed over concrete angels.
Escaping through nostrils and open breaths in the cold winter air,
a frozen sigh.
I take over the purity of a newly fallen snow,
becoming an avoided gutter slush.
I conceal the cities gold,
hanging low near the streets.
Hardened sea men scarf their face in my presence,
a rolling plane of clouded glass.
I move quickly across the sky,
I bring the rain.
Dusk found through the window,
a brisk winter morning as coffee grazes their lips.
I am the sign of age,
a woman's grief as she colors her hair.
I am the forgotten child, the lonely beggar,
for they all whisper my name.
I am the haze that clouds your mind,
the numbness that replaces heartbreak.
I am your disease,
the image that covers the bright screen.
I am tears, left in the dishwater,
I am silence, the start of a masterpiece,
I am the evidence of a mistake once made.