Maybe it was a cloud
in your eyes the sky became grey
Mine see visions
because that surely is not a tear
The sky is blue
Your eyes shrink like blue jeans
My eyes sting
Both of them have dried
Maybe it was a dream
Maybe my heart is tumbled and emptied
Faded and washed
Or else I have never forgotten
Maybe I have a shell
A hard impenetrable beetle shell
of outgrown clothes
A little child who reaches to the ceiling
Why can't I get into your blue jeans