I don't usually write poetry. Here are some lines going by the prompts for the poetry challenge.
Week 1 Prompts
Option 1: star
Option 2: the last time I saw you
I chose to try and go with both.
Title: The Last Time I Saw You
Fathoms, it seems.
Beyond the pale shimmer of lunar glow
And the cold space of death
Is the distance from I to you.
The last I saw of you
How often have I thought of it?
How often do I think of it?
And each time I do, the memory of you fades.
As does that light, struggling to pass beyond the fathoms.
When does light end?
When does my last image of you become lost in the fathoms?