echoed in the sky

the gray fits me
like a serge suit, complete
with necktie.


i need it now, and there it sits.
no waiting, no bullshit or broken beginnings
like something with a p
ludicrously intimating a future.

nope, just clouds, soft
and foggy if land were where
my eyes rest.
but it's not, up there's
more misty than mud.
frustrating
really especially when
nothing else seems to be
around. just clouds, over cast , over hung.
over. just
like i want to be. no emails no
phone calls no rain no
contact just as if
i don't exist
in his world. and soon, i won't.