I'm in a room full of people.
Hanging on one person's breath.
We would all vote him
Most likely to be loved to death.
I hope he still wants it. But
it might remind him of when
he aimed for the bulls eye and
hit it nine times out of ten.
That one time his hand slipped,
and I saw the dart sail away.
I don't know where it landed, but
I'm guessing between green and gray.
We thought nothing of it, but
it still haunts him like a ghost.
With all eyes upon him,
except two that matter the most.
He says,
"Green is the color everyone sees
all around me.
Gray is the color I see around her
and she's just a blur."
The more the crowd cheers.
The less I can hear
and they don't really care what I play.
It might be for her.
But for now it's between green and gray.
We paid and we cheered.
Now we're gone and to us that feels right
But for him every one of those
evenings turns into a night.
With another hotel room
where he lays awake to pretend
that he's doing fine with his
notebook and discman for friends.
He says,
"Green is the color everyone sees
all around me.
Gray is the color I see around her
and she's just a blur."
Night after night
what I hear, what I write
fills the room and my head starts to sway.
It might be for her,
but for now it's between green and gray.
I want you to love me,
he whispers, unable to speak.
And he wonders aloud why feelings so
strong make the body so weak.
Then he awoke.
Now he's scared to death somebody heard.
If it was you,
and you know her, please don't say a word.
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