Grey
The sky has been crying all week.
Today, I joined it.
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I have cried until I am dry,
squeezed out to the last drop,
and still my heart aches.
If I can’t see my friend again in this world,
please God, let me see her in the next.
Under this grey sky
I am questioning
every decision I have ever made.








