As grey as emery

The past has gone
and my nearness
grown to queerness
as fast as came the dawn

The memories
we created
are unstated,
as grey as emery

The bridge, white-stoned,
that held me there
had your affair
against the walls it owned.

Now I am here
dreaming of him
as my true whim
you'd never wanna hear.

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