Clouds

I hate these clouds

The clouds block the night sky

That's okay

I know where the stars are.

I wish i could say the same for you

That I could find you by memorizing a pattern

No constellation contains your eyes

The light that they hold lies within no star or planet.

So no, the reason I hate these clouds isn't because of the stars.

The clouds block the moon

That's okay

I know it's at half.

I may miss the way it looms

I may miss studying the craters

I may miss looking up and

I may miss thinking about distance…

But no, the reason I hate these clouds isn't because of the moon.

The reason I hate these clouds is because I san't see.

I am far too familiar with blindness

I recognize the feeling of helplessness that darkness brings

So though my age should exceed fear of the dark

I shake and swallow as I walk now.

Of course, I'm just cold. Don't accuse me of such childish things.