You held my hand and showed me all the pictures in the sky
& told me of all the days you'd spent out here
I laughed and told you that I didn't need it, didn't need any of it

The day you left I realized I'd been wrong, so utterly wrong
I began looking at the pictures in the sky each night
& spending all my days out here

I wonder if where you are the sky pictures are better
Do they make you feel the things that I couldn't?
Maybe one day I'll be big enough to venture out there to where you are

But for now, I'll stay here
& look at the sky-pictures that used to be enough for you
& remain unchanged, unwavering, unwilling to let you in.