I miss you more than the sky can ever cry on my window.Even more than all the tears on all the windows beyond my touch.As I am looking out towards them and wishing that at least one pair, not so far away might be your eyes.Perhaps with just one liquid pearl caught in its corner.To know that I am not a fool with a broken heart.That my lips, as wet as clay, are not running fast with tears for you in vain.
