I wake
and ache
to grey
dismal skies
that roam the earth today.
And lately
it seems
I'm coming
looser at
every seam.
There's a bitter
taste, at the
end of all
my sugar-sweet dreams.
For hours
upon the days
I watched
the sky.
Waited for
a sliver
of pale blue,
for the sun
to stop being
so shy.
Yet nothing
rearranged my
broken focus-
absolutely nothing
stopped my heart
from yearning
for those in
which I
am closest.
Lovely sky,
today you
are the hue
of my
own ashtray.
You remind me
that one day
I may be
just as
cold and grey
as thee.