Talking to the blue skies

Talking to the blue skies 

Did it ever occur to you 
What was going to happen to me
When you die
I am left with no one to talk to 
Accept these blue skies 
I stretch my arms imploring 
The grey clouds are massing 
In search of gleaming light 
My own Voice failing to speak 
This heart of mine dreads darkness  
Years of regret and grief 
 Awake wishing to dream of you 
Hoping you will be here tomorrow 
In Mourning of a  guiltless victim pain 
Sore and Bent out of shape 
I am here alone while the clouds 
Rolling  away 
Blue skies can't be smiling at me 
160* to  180* to 360* doesn't matter what angle 
Life is lifeless without you in every degree