Out looking this transparent wall
settling on nothing but the detailed blurs
of branches and sky
that sky, the same as it's always been
knowing that somewhere under it
you lay too, with me
the uncertainty of this sky
grey-blue, then yellow, and orange
uncertain of rain and thunder
as it was when I knew you so dearly
How indecisive it is, and teasing
like when your face, neared my own
that time
so long ago
yesterday's companion
the mind is lost
in thoughts of the sky
of the time
and you