I grabbed your glance, and held it tightly,

grasping it in my hand like the first moment I saw you–

Hazily gazing across the room,

the fire in your eyes became stuck in my mind,

like a pharaoh in a tomb, enveloped with riches,

but lonely, waiting for the perfect moment,

to release himself into the afterlife;

Little does he know,

One can’t rise from the dead,

least of not you,

enjoying the depths.