I could never claim

The vast difference in

Shades of hazy grey

I’ve never existed

In a reality where

Grey wasn’t beautiful

The taste leaves my mouth

in its

Bittersweet way

It is as if

It was never there

The clouds on any particular

Midsummer day

The haze my mind faces

Shades of hazy grey

Coffee tastes best on a

Hardwood balcony

Rainstorm

It tastes the best when

The haze of grey

Reveals the sharp outline of the sky

Nothing tastes as bittersweet as the world my mind frequents