Look at the sky.
You can see almost
the whole thing.
It's wider than my eyes
but not as wide
as the love I have
somewhere
for something.
I'm looking at you .
You don't know I'm doing it.
You're beautiful
just because you're alive!
Isn't that enough?
I want to watch you
breathing.
I want to watch raindrops
falling.
I want to watch leaves
blowing.
I want to watch planes
flying
and wish I was on one
going somewhere other than here.
Here's to who knows when.
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