touch of grey

 
     
old loyalties wither away gracefully    
and I am too worn down to be ashamed    
when my ass shows    
     
I have to trust that the wind      
will one day round my rock    
because I am still    
and the roll    
no longer thrills    
     
I have survived enough      
of what the fight was for    
because you are still so very beautiful    
and I hold that dearer than the toxins we used      
to destroy each other with    
     
but    
     
that too is beautiful darling, we ache oddly.    
This space we now share has more than healing    
let it fully unwind    
as I must    
because there is    
a slower lovely    
coming    
     
just trust the wind