Grey.

You slept with a smile on your face and woke up with nothing left.

What I am doing here?

Oh damn.

You whisper my name but really it doesn’t feel the same.

Oh damn.

I would love to leave this place but I will miss you like hell.

Oh damn.

And so I stay and wait.

You ask me what I need.

I answer something you can not give me anymore.

You ask why I’m still here.

Here, where?

In this bed.

I always come back here to find what I have left.

Give it back to me please. You know what I'm talking about.

Yes?