It was just a cloud, high in the sky. Looking down at you. Imposing, inviting, waiting. Meandering in the vastness of oblivion. It floats there calmly. Not a sound but if there was one, it would be from the harp-laden angel within. You can reach it, bask in its fluffy heavenly glory but you will never have it.
As it gently wafts by, it disappears over the horizon right in front of your transfixed eyes.
And all it leaves behind is the searing heat that drains you dry.
I miss that cloud!
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