You & I can love each other,
but not like the sky and the clouds—
because even when they stay together,
they still carry distance in their silence.
The sky never holds the clouds,
it only lets them drift through its heart,
and the clouds never truly stay,
they just pass through, pretending it’s forever.
Sometimes they are soft and close,
sometimes heavy with storms we don’t speak about,
but even in their loudest rain,
they still don’t become one thing.
Only the stars try to interfere,
small lights whispering between them,
trying to pull attention away,
trying to rewrite what they are—
but stars are temporary,
they fall, they fade, they forget.
And maybe that’s what hurts most…
we are not sky and clouds.
We are people pretending we don’t drift,
while quietly breaking apart in beautiful weather.
Still, I think of you like that sky—
endless, unreachable, always there.
And I wonder if you think of me at all…
or if I was just a cloud passing through your forever.
I’m Fortune Modau, a young poet & author from Boksburg.
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