Staring at the sky

The conversations we have
Are brief and meaningless
They bounce around my head
The unheard voice of an angel

They dont involve politics
Or the crazy world we share
They dont discuss life
Or your curled locks of hair

They are superficial
Yet so engaging to behold
And in my mind
They never get old

These conversations are both
a blessing and a curse
Though they are not real
They make me feel close

And that intimacy breeds
A familiarity that I love
Where youre just like me
Staring at the sky above