A Play On Words

A Play On Words

I saw you turn inside out.

On that dim tuesday morning.

Your blue eyes searched mine,

For a glimmer of hope

And then gazed off into mourning.

And I know we never thought,

We would ever become like this,

Turn into them and fade out like that.

Your blue eyes and mine holding each other,

From different sides of the bed.

Sulking into the morning.