I saw a streak of clouds in the sky the other day which made me think of you.
a jet had bumbled through the sky, leaving a trail of vapour behind, looking like a deep white gash in the sky.
when we saw our own shadows on nights where the crickets sang,
and the cliches of whether moon was up or the stars were out or whether it was rainy or cloudy or breezy didn't matter
i took a fragments of moments like those
and kept them in my pocket-something to remember for the rest of my life.
in my pocket
there are many pieces of sky.
some are speckled with stars, some are not,
but they're all beautiful just the same
because they're all pieces of the same roof we shared of all the places we ever tread together.
i don't have to look up into the sea of blue anymore to know that there is a scar in the sky.
because i know
it's somewhere out there,
because of us.
ps
and you were saying...? silly bunny. go eat carrots=:3