Analysis of Shades of Faded Grey

Brushed upon a canvas
with only colors, black and white
spark images of consequences
of actions taken, or not.
Would left or right turn on a path
have changed a goal still left unmet?
Would joys become collected tears?
Or pain of wound not ever felt?
Some days I see
the pitch of moonless night.
Some days, the gleam of white.
Sometimes I reach for unused brush
cautiously dipping it
into the contrast palette.
I splatter touch of black
with bits of white.
Reflecting that perhaps
a step I took or one I missed
is just a shade of faded grey.