I can't keep the colour of the sky.
I can't keep wanting to try
but this camera won't focus on things
that are too close up so if I'm not going to lie
I have to say
I'm a little glad you're so far away.
I wrote it down for you, the colour,
and you can read it to another
or copy it in your handwriting
so the words pale away from my slanted ink
to the link
in the stratosphere and are now reigniting
on paper you've touched that I've never
known as such.
I hope you use it to start a fire so I can
see your smoke clear
and I hope it doesn't change the colour
of the sky that I hear.