It was passing period
And I was walking behind you
Funny how people seem so grey
Until they turn to you and say
“Hi”
How strange it seemed to be
Approached as I was coughing
Like you took my ailment
As a salutation
But I didn’t mind much
When you turned to speak
And I noticed how familiar
You looked
I felt like I’d seen you before
But I had no idea
Why I really was so comfortable
Responding to your greeting
Or where in the background
I’d seen you before
I coughed
And you said “Hi”
That’s when I decided I needed
To write about a greeting so strange
From whom should have been stranger
Already I can’t remember enough
And I have to remind myself how
Recently you’ve been ungreyed
I’ll recall you being brunette
And wearing blue hues
One has to wonder why you
Said that
I’ve been coughing for months
Not once had one been taken
As a hello
It could be that you’re friendly
Or that you’re extroverted
Not that it’s not okay
I just don’t expect much from the
People around me
The grey shapes that background
My day to day
Elizabeth, you heard me cough
And instead of anything else
You turned and said “Hi”
Then I learned how easy it is
For people to emerge
Ungrey
Consume Reality! 