In the grey

Why am I bothered when you're around,
Why am I bothered when you're not,
There are reasons why,
But you manage to drown them all.

You breeze in like a Zephyr,
There you are all in a cursory glance,
It's hardly a moment that you stay,
Then you go but never leave and I'm left in a quandary.

Never really awake, never really asleep.