Fading Out

On saturday it was hot. I sweated. I ate noodles and sweated some more. She wore black. She sipped red wine in a comfortable chair. Her lips were purple. She smiled as she turned and walked away on the platform.

Today it turned cold. Black or white. I choose black, but black fades to gray. I can't see gray. The clouds are gray, the buildings are gray. all around me just gray. She fades to gray and I can't see her. A note in my hand says 'don't try to find me'. So, that's it? A crumpled note in my hand. Everything is gray. I guess that this is the end.

Tomorrow I'll look for real colours.