i saw the sky like i've never seen it before, saw it wave like the one who walked out the door.
i saw the sky but it was not the same as yours, mine had the shrieks and howls of my mother's old folklores.
  i saw the sky and it seemed lovely, but appeared cowardice as she wailed, “will you hold me?”
i saw the sky as the colors morphed into one with the hums of train life, the birds looked away to be shielded from the knife. 
i saw the sky, but it looked quite like what’s lurking behind my eye.