Heartless and thoughtless, yet lovely in form,
You floated through my life with quiet grace.
I met you with no cause to feel the storm,
Yet still your touch has time I can’t erase.

You held my hand—but only for a day,
And still I cling, though yours has long withdrawn.
You left with ease and softly slipped away,
While I remain, still haunted by that dawn.

I cannot hold you—never truly could.
You pass like moonlight on the open sea.
So calm, so cruel, so strangely understood—
To drift through life, yet never choose to be.

You seem to know what I have yet to learn:
To simply be, without a place to turn.