Moon ridden skies
flow in the reflection
from the water.
We gaze into the depths,
but not seeing past
our appearance on the service.
After a while,
she's crying.
Tears staining his face.
I wished I could hold
him and tell him it's fine;
then I'd be lying.
"You said I was perfect."
I tried to touch him
but I couldn't.
My fingers tried to trace
his face, his shoulder
where my head once laid.
"I love you Luke."
He couldn't forget,
he couldn't forget.
"I love Jake."
He didn't hear my reply.
I looked on hoping
and waiting he'd see me.
Notice me, find me.
He closed his eyes tight
and laid against the
cold night earth.
I went next to him,
and laid how we would
have months ago.
"Why did you have to die?"
I looked at him
with a familiar sense of longing.
"Find me Luke," he whispered.
I slowly leant over and
tried to kiss him.
His eyes opened and he
looked up at the real moon.
"Just talk to me."
"You're perfect,
I love you and
i'm sorry."
He stood and walked
away from the bank we
would lay by,
and left me to my afterlife.
Without him.
