Missing you was grey.
Grey like the smoke coming from a fire inside of a house. Burning everything down, every little detail, every memory that was filled with love. Letting all of it, all of the effort and strength you put in it, disappear. Turning your home into an empty, destroyed place with cold walls. Like faded, burnt pictures of us; the one we took in the photobooth when we were freshly together, or the one your mom took when we feel asleep on the couch watching movies all night.
Grey like the seat of my car. Hearing all of the conversations we had, the carpool challenges, screaming the songs we adored at the top of our lungs, letting everybody hear us. Like turning the volume of the radio down, sudden silence making my ears hurt, stabbing my heart until it's bleeding helplessly.
Grey like the clouds during a thunderstorm, not leaving any place for the sun, making everything seem dark and lonely. Like not knowing what to do with the sudden change, looking up, praying for the grey clouds to quickly keep on moving and not start pouring above you, but feeling the rain soak your clothes, dragging you down.
Missing you was grey.
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Poetry"𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥."
