The Memory of You

Once so beautifully

Entangled by the stars

So hard to rip away my eyes

So hard not to touch

So hard to be away for so long.

Now the stars are dead.

All I see is a blank sky.

I still want to look

But only because

Of the stars

that were once there.

Once Laced miraculously

With gold and silver

So hard not to buy

So hard not to wish for

So hard not to claim as my own.

Now I just see old metal

I would still spend every cent

But only because

Of the gold and silver

That were once there.

Once addictively covered

In misty clouds

So hard not to reach for

So hard not to love

So hard not to wish for more

Now the clouds are gone

I am being blinded by the sun

And yet I reach

For the clouds 

That were once there.

You were such a beautiful

Natural

Incredible

Thing.

And I still see it

But it's gone

And though I wish

I could see it once more

You are not to be seen.

You are not to be bought.

You are not to be reached for.

Maybe it's my fault

That the stars are dead

That the metal has rusted

That the clouds have moved away.

But I think that you are at fault

More than I am.

More than I have ever been.

More than I will ever be.