YOUR WINDOWSILL

I like it when you send me pictures of sky from your windowsill
I'm always in awe, and my life comes to a standstill
after you send them to me I compare them with mine
to see how much our skies align
sometimes they do and sometimes they do not
yet they are beautiful, together or apart

guess the part reason for asking for your piece of sky is that i have a sky fetish
the other is the familiarity with my past 
that even though we share the same sky
yours will never be mine 
until i die


Our skies are similar
                                                                   Yet apart

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