When we were together
she obsessed over puzzles,
rarely admitted they were difficult
except for the sky, which she called endless.
To her, no features stood out.
They were all – just blue.
And I wonder if she ever knew
she was like that sky to me,
a vision so vast
I didn’t know where to look.
She shared no clues, only pieces
that didn’t amount to much.
But they were heavy
in the way reality sometimes is –
when two strangers love.
— from Juniper Volume 7, Issue 3