used to think about days
i could make better use of
instead of staring blankly
into the clouds above
never could make out those
shapes you claimed to see
hovering over us constantly
it was all in your head
i should have been creative
wrote a beautiful symphony
come up with a short story
or just ramble in my poetry
but i spent time with you
eyes drying out in the sun
listening to you list animals
that would never come
if i leave a notebook empty
i have trouble sleeping
you just drift away
thinking of how much you
enjoyed the days