A Tapestry of Grays

by Raine Wynd

I came to believe
that time could not change
the humor of a man
so stubbornly resistant to living small
but I forgot that time
is but a tool of Fate
and subject to Its whims
The man before me is a pale shadow,
full of fear and doubt,
and my heart rages at the difference

I came to believe
that truth would not change
the love of a man
so fully committed to caring deeply
but I forgot that truth
is but a tapestry of grays
and subject to interpretation
The man I loved is a familiar stranger,
full of accusations and denials,
and my heart weeps at the change