Grey

The sky was grey,

the kind of colour where it is too early for morning,

but far too late for night.

You took my hand,

you hands a lot bigger than mine,

and your fingers intertwined,

and I was happy,

and happiness does not usually happen,

at a time as unusual and grey as this,

I am grey,

and you are my light,

please love me until,

I am pure white.