Hello, There.

Hello, Bright Blue Skies
Art thou lonelier than I?
Like a lonely child, peering down
Flashlight in hand,
Staring, Without a frown.

Funny, how you don't complain
Although you pass each day, far and away
No one ever looks at you and decides to talk
All they do is walk and walk.

All I want to do is,
If it gets cold
Up there,
All Alone.
Fuzzies Fuzzies
61-65, M
Nov 8, 2011