Rhymes With Few

The week is gray and black and blue
As gay as trifling words subdued
Haunting is the ghost of you
Soaring along where the night winds blew

And I lie here waiting for my que
I lie here wondering what to do
Continuing strife in structured view
Broken down and believed to be true

The pain I feel the only clue
Pleasantry lost and sorrow renewed
In describing a loss when someone grew
I find the words are few