For Lost Loves (Poetry)

Grey

Failed loves have their lessons I suppose
It could have been saved
Or it wasn't meant to be

It comes at night
When it feels like eternity

You feel it
Laying in your bed
With his remnants

It creeps in
When you see grey in crowds
Hoping to see a familiar face
You know it will never be him

But you learn it when the sun rises
And you change the sheets
And the grey brightens
Into baby blues and whites