Unrequited and Grey.

Unrequited and Grey

I fell in love with a dark haired man,

His pale arms hung down like whipped cream,

Or so i thought; As i gazed, dopey-eyed,at his form

Silhouetted beside my window open, to shield

The dewdrops and butterflies, and seductive

Lonely spirits during

Their vast voyages, seeking redemption. Then I was paper white, 

It scared me when he stood there, serene and icy, never

Never,close enough. Then he smiled at me, melancholy

And on rainy nights i fed off his stories, about dark, faraway rivers

And playing soldier. Sometimes he sang to me,as I marveled at the 

Perfect almonds of his eyes,

We never held hands and he never bought me flowers.

We never made love on top of the sheets, nor did I cook him dinner.

My love notes were delivered too late, his never arrived.

He never said he loved me, I think he did, I never asked.

I fell in love with the ghost of a dark haired man;

And the world turned grey at the crack of dawn.

An unfinished painting hangs neglected on my easel;

A painting in two colors, Black and White.

Even when they met in the corners, there was grey,

There could only be grey.