if i don't scream in your direction,
will you turn to look through the other window?
i used to be that one,
the one you always watched the sunrise behind.
just beyond the ledge,
you can see the clouds that mingle together with spontaneity,
making perfect pictures in the skies,
perfect pictures like the ones we used to find together.
we breathed in the air,
watching our own exhaled clouds float up to where we wanted to be.
i think you might be there finally,
mixed up with the other clouds that i could never reach.
and in the midst of my lack of sleep and overdriven dreams,
i'm whispering outside your window,
behind the glass,
the lock,
the key,
unable to be heard.
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