/the sky that fell/.

to the sky 
that fell on the 
palm of my poems:

when I asked 
for your number,
what I really 
meant was;

//I saw you 
in reverie once//.

you took a human 
form to live on 
the line of my 
imaginations,

when I woke up,
I still couldn't
fasten up the urge
to introduce myself.

so I vanished, 
to a place where 
I still couldn't gather 
the courage behind the scourge
to say before galaxies, 
"you're beautiful." 

so I say,
"you remind me
of the...