not staring straight ahead...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
hey mate,  
what are you looking at...  
the sky, of course,  
as grey as that old suit of yours,  
which, I have to say,  
is only ever seen  
on the more solemn  
occasions -  
 
tell me,  
has somebody died,  
since one rarely sees  
so grey a sky  
refracted through  
such eyes...