In These Gray Hours

I don't talk loud. I don't explain. I sit with the weight,

I feel every name. Lights stay low, curtains drawn. I lose track

of days but the nights go on. Phone face down, no

one around. World moves fast, I move slow now. I don't need

saving. I don't need signs. Just let me stay here

just for the night. In these gray hours I feel the

most. When everything's quiet, I'm close to my ghost. I

don't fight it, I let it stay. I feel it all and it