little blessings [poems+short stories]

two: when you're gone

On Monday we sat

and we stared at the sky.

It was clear and it was beautiful

and without fault.

On Tuesday we sat

and gazed at the moon.

It was so perfect,

so true, and bright.

On Wednesday we sat

and stared

at the sky, but dark clouds

floated in the air,

and we realized

perfect doesn't exist.

On Thursday we sat

and gazed at the moon,

and the rain fell on our faces

like tears.

On Friday you had gone.

So I sat and I stared at the sky

and I saw you.