Here in the quiet

For me,

quiet

has always

been a cold,

lonely prison.

But this quiet,

after you,

has instead

been something

breathtaking.

A tidal wave

of sparkling,

butter-yellow

sunshine.

And

as the

warmth

cascades

down my

spine,

fills

my lungs

with gold,

and my heart

with light,

I think -

‘Maybe

I’ve

Finally

Made it

Out

Of

The

Gray’