His is a face I used to know
One I used to touch,
paint with light,
place my mouth and tongue over
and cover with pure love

Once I obsessed over that face
I saw it every time I closed my eyes,
it made sleep all I wanted
Night time was the best time,
because it was consumed by him

His was the one in the moon
Same cool smirk and wandering eyes
He pulled me in
I was his ocean, and the tide was always high

Now he's a mirage,
just a small piece of what I was
A single square of my life's puzzle
because his face is different now,
a little healthier,
a little less worry,
now that I'm not around,
ever since I let him go

His face fades a little more everyday,
continuously becoming less real,
just a dream within a dream,
a fragment of my imagination

Soon he'll be gone
and that face,
the one I loved so tenderly,
will leave my moon alone,
to fill another sky