Greyish Day

A greyish day,
little sun,
and yet,
somehow,
my thoughts,
become confused,
as I, tried,
to remember,
your name.

Such is life,
if that's the name
of a most
brutish game,
of let's pretend,
you remember me.

Conversations,
become inane,
as I try my best,
to avoid
becoming insane.