Grayscale

I see him, walking in the rain.
Each step sending glitter soaring
Onto the paper pavement.

Alone. Arching trees gathering shine
And dropping it. Sudden. Wet.
Sweeping away yesterday.

Alone, he strides in a sleek suit,
Hair slicked with balsam gel.
Silent shoes in soft percussion.

Alone, water runs down fabric,
Clings to his flesh like a lover.
A discomfort-blanket on a grayscale day.

Now another, running alongside,
Newspaper falling into rain.
A greeting, a quick closeness

Brought on by comfort.
Black company canopy,
Under which we nestle.

We smile, walk, talk of our lives.
Our journey. Now together.
Soon to part.

Silent bonds of a rainy day.
A company canopy, shielding
Us from the world.

Walking along that grayscale road,
On that grayscale day,
And into that grayscale distance,

We glowed beyond grayscale,
Beyond black. A golden umbrella
On a perfect, azure day.