The pain of loss grows dim in that grey fading,
When, we can no longer express that which the heart now coldly feels.
All our feeling, fading, fading in the grey.
The warmth of each souls touch fading,
The tickle of their laughter in the grey
Seems difficult to recall, remember in the fading fade.
Gone, is their current reality
Their state is dead to most,
Absent to many, and our lives continue
Though we believe they should be steady.
We all shall have our day
When we too shall trip off life’s stage,
Go deeper into the grey fading.
Fading, slowly in the mists, into that
Nothingness of being where separation tastes like sweetness.