Pale, you lie in the moonlight
The breeze offers a chill
You accept by allowing the hairs
On your neck and
On your arms
To rise

Breathing softly, you are peaceful
With the tranquility of
Perfect Meditation
You really are not present
Not near to me at all
Rather somewhere better
And more beautiful

You open your eyes to find
You have not left where you began
Disappointed, you sigh and
and look down

But I look at you
One glance that said,
"I love you."
A distant memory of mine,
A message you'd never receive.