You screamed at me
under a bright blue sky.
I looked up wishing
you could see like I do.
Small clouds obscure
with unsaid explanation,
All paths to us
scattered and broken
by our own unsteady steps.
Some tomorrow
I will find a different sky,
Look again for you,
and disappear in the blue.

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