I can only see the grey sun clouding my eyes. No hearty goodbyes, and no long warm hugs. Not that being hugged seemed nice anyway. I suppose I just push them all way, though it's harder each day. Some fake smiles even I do though nothing prepares my for your eyes. They are filled with tears of gold and I can't stand and stare. Why though did the eyes filled with gold open my eyes. Why is it that my vision is still clouded, yet all I see is the golden tears stinging your eyes. I smile my hearts filled with joy. Yet yours with despair. Your golden tears fade from my vision, now all I see is my grey sun clouding my vision.