light gray are like misty days.
The days where we have our small arguments.
Light gray goes to the days where we know our sweet days off of work spent together are now over.
You leave in a rush wearing a gray sweater with tight black pants as expected of your usual style.
These days I spend at home watching the clock waiting hours for you to return.
A black hoodie with small red shorts are recognizable from me
quick meals while I stare out of the window of our apartment still waiting.
These days are comforting days,
Spent hours waiting.
