I wish I could drink your sadness
and tear myself up instead.
And then cry a cry of happiness
seeing you smile again.

I wish I could show you, from my eyes,
the greatest infinity that ever was
is you. Believe me, it's true,
I'd give you one eye for that.

I wish I could lift you up
and spin you in the air,
foot on belly.
Not like you've being spinned.
Worn, exhausted, depleted,
always so high but so low.
I'd give you my map if I had one.

I like to look at you as I
like looking at the sky.
And while this unreachableness,
(is  that even a word ?)
hurts a bit,
it's bittersweet.
So still a bit sweet,
in the end, my friend.

I wish I could fly in your sky.
Be sure I would.