Stained Glass Skies

I watch the world carry on

in its deja vu sort of bliss


and I wonder

if anyone else knows the pain

of being reminded by the sky

that you ran away -


now you're just out there

somewhere.


Another storyless page to

miss or forget. Time makes

this harder to take and I

have to know if there's

anyone out there


breathing easier

since you went away.