O sweet matyr
Love
the subtlety and victory of grey
Never died, she said.
For the stretch to faint the colours
was always far the effort gone
to see.
Have you visited the Store lately?
windows plastered with signs of
lost dogs and dolls, precious items and
moments, Roaring with must-
buys; I've heard the seven chimes till dawn.
They called for you, and so did I. But you
Never replied.
Never died.
The first poem in a long time. I think my style changed again.