Clues Blues

I keep finding clues when looking backward
but I know the psyche just wants to milk
teated tear ducts and in a split I lost the real
and floated toward the sky that I now cannot
take my eyes from. I'm still riding the wave.
I feel the tide subside and all I want to do
is bottle the scent and put the jar near
my bed on the nightstand probably under
he asks questions.