About a Boy

You are the cloud in my sky.

In all the blue there is you, and no matter how far the wind carries you away you are always in the back of my mind.

One day you will start to precipitate on someone else and when that day comes I will loose a piece of color in endless blue.

As the cycle goes you might come back. All I know is my blue is endless and it wraps around my rays, providing me my current state of life. 

Overcast is daunting.

Like a weight on my shoulders. I can think of nothing but to pour down with you. You shouldn't be allowed in my brain.

But all I can think of is filing a puddle with you and wasting away, too in your cycle. 

It should be simple. 

The water cycle: Once clouds have enough mass they let out a cold steady rain and it lets go. Then the water becomes a body, evaporates, repeate. 

We never let go. 

We don't know how. 

I'll never speak my mind to you it would destroy a man, which you are not yet. 

You wouldn't understand. 

I'll just lay here looking at the clouds and relate them back to my dreams of you.