Drab Dyspathy

Out I stood,
searching for the sunset that'd still my disquiet.
But all was grey, and silent, cold mist and fog.


One band of light, to it I looked
'til acid flash snapped my trance in recoil.
'twas that mocking foe; light, blithe, and gay - everything I was not.

Thinking of all the times you made me smile,
Tracing the hard corner of this arch against the downy background of clouds - so bland.
What are they compared to us?

But I will do this. I said I would.