Tell Me What Your Sky is Like

(wrote this back in 2014; just tweaked it a bit now)

You’re states away

About to take out the trash

And I ask you to tell me what the sky is like

You say that you’ll tell me when you get back in

I sit in my darkened bedroom

The laptop screen glowing

The cursor blinking

Waiting for your words to come to life again

You come back five minutes later

“It’s too cloudy tonight for stars,”

You say

Typing the words from miles away

“But oh, you should see the moon”

And it makes me smile

To think of you

Out in your hazy front yard

Heavy bag of trash in your hands

Maybe a dusting of snow on the ground

And you looking up

Searching the heavens

Staring into the glow of the moon

Because I wanted to know

What your sky looked like

And you wanted

To tell me