Love,

What does the sky look like from where you stand?
Does it weep in shades of violet?
Or does it glisten in hues exceedingly orange.
Does the ground beneath you sink a little deep everytime you think of me?
Or does your mind wander towards the next flight to my city.
Do you remember me when you listen to the river ?
How the water collides with rocks in rebellion of the distance!
The distance between us.
So unfair —
Tell me, love;
Do you look for me in faces unfamiliar,
on street corners, or in grounds of Heather?
Or do you sit in a tearoom by yourself,
indulging in fantasies of our affection?
For I yearn for your presence even in actions undone.
Maybe you wake up feeling the touch of my hand.
Only to wake up to an empty bed.
But tell me this love —
what does the sky look like from where you stand?

Love,

What does the sky look like from where you stand?
Does it weep in shades of violet?
Or does it glisten in hues exceedingly orange.
Does the ground beneath you sink a little deep everytime you think of me?
Or does your mind wander towards the next flight to my city.
Do you remember me when you listen to the river ?
How the water collides with rocks in rebellion of the distance!
The distance between us.
So unfair —
Tell me, love;
Do you look for me in faces unfamiliar,
on street corners, or in grounds of Heather?
Or do you sit in a tearoom by yourself,
indulging in fantasies of our affection?
For I yearn for your presence even in actions undone.
Maybe you wake up feeling the touch of my hand.
Only to wake up to an empty bed.
But tell me this love —
what does the sky look like from where you stand?

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