Can I Have A Kiss?

She patted me on the knee, like a mother to a child, she wanted me to look up in the sky.

She was already gone, she had already left, there was nothing in the sky to see, yet she still had a question.

© jonathan saunders

She patted me on the knee, like a mother to a child, she wanted me to look up in the sky.

She was already gone, she had already left, there was nothing in the sky to see, yet she still had a question.
