Running into the sky,
you gave a cry;
at once
resplendent &
decadent &
sorry.
How could you stay?
One moment becomes forever.
Biting your tongue,
hiding your pain,
building a poor prison
as a means of escape.
Was it mere fate?
Coincidence?
A day too late?
What are white clouds
but strange, chance encounters
between
hot, cold,
other factors.
Water droplets so large,
they scatter all colours
conferred
from continuous, glittering sunlight
through thin layers
of beauty stretched
across a luminous blue sky.
I know you tried,
I know your love was like
an iridescent intoxication,
an effulgent searchlight
that found out where I was trying to hide.
I see you in the sky.
I’ll deliver you offerings;
sweat, tears,
patterns tracing,
forming
clouds of my mind
in you.
You can’t touch me,
but I’ll be there