It Never Rains on Me

People are shadows, Coming and leaving. I lose each one daily, Over again. Changing the oxygen, Canned air for breathing. I miss one friend most, The boy I was then. I’d watch the sky mutter, Roused from its dreaming, Nothing ‘tween me, And the bare naked air. Before the clouds opened, Bucking and screaming. Once I stood witness, Unchained from this chair. My lover, the wind, Each misting a kiss, Missed trysts and soft cries, Her pull and her touch. But my cell brooks no visits, No sky without glass. They won’t let me outside. They love me too much.