What colour is the sky

I awoke feeling
A sense of unease
A disproportionate imbalance
In my sleeping fantasy
I had sat and aged
On the couch next to you
Both of us watching
The same cartoon
On repeat for 35 years
We sat on the couch
And grew old
Next to each other
In silence
What colour is the sky?
I once asked
You couldn’t answer
And so we resumed
Fading into the couch

Spirits of the mountains Cabril, Portugal

House in Góis sketch

Communicating with stone

Poems and photographs by Yuri Nezovic. 
Paintings and drawings by Neil Tomkins.
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