Pink, red and gray

I can hear

You.

I can feel

You - and

I can smell

You - in my dreams.

I can see and hear

that love is mostly 

written in pink ore red.

But You are 

written and drawn

with gray.

And I can just sit

and watch You

feeling at the same time

that I never loved

- grey -

the way I do 
while I´m watching you.

I know

that the summer has gone.

But my toes are so warm

when they can play

like children with yours.

And I don´t care

if love is pink, red ore gray,

but I do care when I feel

I never been so close

to anybody - than to you.

Even when everything is

taking just gray shapes,

within gray words

and so gray 

actions.