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.