He gazes at the afternoon sky,
the blue above,
the jungle of skyscrapers in the distant horizon,
the shine of the blistering white sun.

He shields his eyes from the blinding light,
yet ceases to avert his gaze,
to him that light represents hope,
to him that shimmering sphere of fire signifies possibility.

His eyes remain fixated skywards as his thoughts wander;
If there is only one sky?
If there is only one star so near as to shine down its being unto the world?
And if he takes just a moment of his day, to acknowledge this.....
perhaps,
just perhaps,
somewhere,
somehow,
at that exact moment,
her attention is also directed skywards,
she is inhaling that very same blue through the green of her emerald eyes,
she is embracing the warmth of that solitary star,
and thinking of him.