Random patterns on the textured ceiling
Long shadows peeking around the curtains
Slow, steady breeze of your outgoing breath
while I observe somebody else's sky.
An empty planter hook hangs in the corner
Dust-thickened web and a husk huddles close
Tiny marks halfway hidden by the curve
Details noone should see from somebody else's sky.
I arise and dress quietly while you still sleep
Observe the lips I kissed with such passion
parting while you dream something whimsical
as I depart the cover of somebody else's sky.
The ride to my place is tinted red and purple
as the sun finally breaks through the clouds
I watch as the world comes to life around me
and understand I have no sky of my own.
Iron Noder 2017