I drove to the cemetery

Passing flame trees 

bleeding

I saw grief walk through the gates 

wearing boots and heels and anger

wondering who to blame

In the dark I lie

Thinking

Of a girl with question marks all over

And a man with child's eyes

Once I lived with

colour washed from the world

counting my blessings 

But the colour stayed away

frightened 

Things outside you 

Don't change things

It's your reckless mind that leads the way

The girl with the questions 

Remembers

And shudders for the man with child's eyes

That could only see grey