little boy's love song

Voices from another room
float gently through the air
and enter my mind.
I think and nothing happens.

The spaces that lie
between here and there,
this time and that,
you and me,
sometimes, are so
vast.

There is a cloud,
somewhere in a grey sky
that swims away, too.
And sometimes
I feel like that cloud,
trying to get away somewhere,
always knowing
that the sky
is everywhere,
and swim as I might
I’ll always be here.

Where have you gone
that I must talk to you
by talking to myself?