Sepulcherous Gray

[Nicefella]

I lose time all the time.
I think of what I could have been, or
What I should’ve done, or
What I could’ve done, or
What I would’ve done.

I dream of kissing her
I dream her kissing back
She smiles without condition
And I smile back.

I lose time all the time
Gray, dangerous, sepulcherous thoughts
She will never be mine
Alas - She never even was.

I look in the mirror
An old man colored
in worn shades of average
looks back and unconditionally smiles.

And I smile back.