Another untitled poem

[OctopusGarden]

I was going to call this one Love but decided it was too cliche to entitle something that.

Behind your screen,
Your shape, unseen
You fell to my sky
Yet walked away clean.
I tried and tried to understand
As time passed, my sky grew bland
My soul sunk through the deepest cloud
Ker-plunk, I heard, as it crushed the
Ground.

[Hawkman]

this made me giggle. I hope it was meant to!

[OctopusGarden]

this made me giggle. I hope it was meant to!

Hmm. I didn't, but then I read it again and saw how one could read it that way. Very interesting, indeed!