the moon shines bright
so alone in that great big, black sky.
i wonder if it ever feels like i do.

and i wonder if anyone can hear me anymore.

when you were made,
your bones were dipped in gold.
your hair formed from the grass in the sea.
you washed up, still breathing
but i found you too late.

there are things i've loved too fondly.
the cool kiss of summer's rain
the first day of spring
high tide sweeping across my feet.

much like you, they come and they go.