This Grey

If I only had wisdom
to translate this
still quiet sadness
(I might could act)
a thickening darkness
and shortening of the day
a heartbreak looming
or already spun
a sunken faith
the prospect of our
human condition
a stiffer specter maneuvering
its discord through my bones
a reflection more
cowardice than courage

I cannot say
so cannot act
my power of deduction
died when I chose the
path of poetry
maybe I'm just not
in love with you
anymore
maybe that's all it is
this grey.

TA