NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

you

it's so late at night, you could call it morning.

i know this because i can hear the rumble of your garbage cans outside my window, and sometimes if i have the motivation, i sit up and open my curtains.

you stand there under dawn, the colors from the sky streaming down your eyes as you look right back at them.

purple, blue, a light maroon.

you have a caramel colored skin tone, and an even sweeter husky sounding voice when you call out to the neighbor.

i find that i love these late nights and early mornings.

i start to think you never sleep from the light that stays on from when you get home from work to when you have your daily routine of sitting underneath the sky for awhile.

and one day, you turned and caught my eye as i observed the street from my window.

you had a half smile and a dazed look, almost as if you had captured the colors of the sky in your eyes.

soft lips mouthed the words hello and i sat, stunned.

a second later, you raised your fingers in a greeting and i felt something inside of me, like a match being sparked without the sound.

somehow, i knew you heard it.