Expressive Domain

Sweater Weather

I feel the void of everything
and the sky mimics my soul,
blue and vacant,
and I am one with it.

Then a vapor trail
slicing the empty sky
fills the nothingness
with a cloud not made from God.

I see the plane fly over
lifting you to a new place.
The crack in the sky grows bigger
and I begin to sob.

It is cold enough to change
exhaustion into ice.
I can breathe it here on earth
and cry till I feel empty.