With The Sky As My Witness
The Sky:
This guy thinks I didn’t see him. But I saw him alright. You think I wouldn’t know that guy? I’m the sky for Christ’s sake. He’s sneaky, but I saw him. You can bet I saw him. Put that down in your ledger. Write it up in your diary. I’m way up here. You know, I’m the sky. I don’t need to take a picture. I’m all the way up here, real high up, you know? And I saw him down there. I wasn’t that dark. I was getting dark, but I wasn’t that dark. Come on. Who are you going to trust here? I’m the sky. Who’s he? He’s nobody. He’s some jerk with a jukebox in his head. I’m way up here. Where’s he? I’ll tell you where he is. He’s nowhere. I saw that guy alright. It’s a sure thing. After all, I’m the sky. He’s just some guy. Sure, he’s going to tell you that it wasn’t him whom I saw. He’s going to go on about how he’s not that guy I saw at all, and that I made a mistake, and that he even saw me make the mistake. But that’s a load of crap. Let me ask you, how’d he see me make the mistake if I couldn’t see him? I’m the sky. I can see a lot of damn things. A lot more things than he could see. I know who I saw. I saw that guy.
The Guy:
I saw the sky mistake me for somebody else, somebody whom I am not. The sky made an error in judgment. The sky was a little less blue than it usually is that time of day. Sure, there was a jukebox in my head, but I am not mistaken. I’m most certain that I am not wrong. The sky looked. I felt its look. The sky didn’t see me walk away. The sky turned dark. I saw the sky. I saw the sky. The whole world was getting dark, but I saw the sky. I saw the sky. And let me tell you, that was not me whom the sky saw. I saw the sky make the mistake of mistaking me for somebody else. I’m not the guy whom the sky saw. It is difficult to make the sky see this. The sky has its own opinions of the guy it saw, as you would expect. But I’m just not that guy. I’m not that guy at all. Next time, the sky better look somewhere else if it wants to see me. Trust me. I saw the sky.
