I stare into
That water that once washed your skin,
That bright moon that once absorbed your smoke,
As if they held onto a piece of you.
And somehow
If I meditate deep enough,
I could bring it back to life.

And once life has been restored,
I'll keep it locked inside.
I'll echo,
I'll keep it locked inside.
Never again could spirit escape,
A young and promised boyish body.

Regret every decade gone to waste,
Under appreciated opportunity.
There is no nourishment left,
To milk from your bittersweet memory.
Your ten carat ghost from yesterday,
With its Emerald and gold
Matches nothing but your face.

You were always more distant
Than I would have liked you to be
And now you are officially,
Out of reach.