Dear,

I lost you in everything. You just became a thousand things and not a real person.

You were my phone, the color yellow, The moment before I woke up where even my dreams spoke of you.

You were my mind. The voice that gave me advice. The memory of shared space and time.

I could never speak with you, yet you kept talking to me By standing close, but never here Leaving my thanks, apologies, unheard and the way I looked at your ghost unfelt.

I can’t come back from that. The world is too beautiful a place with you in it.

On tides so far away,

Keeper