Drifter

The sky is blue with clouds
They want to miss you but they have forgotten how
Each whiteness blows away but one more moves in until the day becomes
A clock of clouds
And each minute is time for floating
The day stops above my head.
I've gotten lost up there
The clouds are so close without you
I pull them all around me.

by Cheryl Derby

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