Traces of You

I don't normally write poetry, and I would appreciate input.

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Traces of You

I sit out on
The dock at night
And look up at
The brightening stars
It’s not the stars
That pull me in
But the space
That lies between.

At the end of the lake
The sky is bright
Still shining with
The sun’s last rays
The lake it sparkles
In the light of the moon
Shimmering like
Your dark brown eyes.

Beneath the waves
The seaweed floats
Tangling up the
Water fair
The weeds themselves
Are a darkening brown
The colour of
Your hair.

Everywhere I look
I see traces of you
Reminders of you
all around yet
the only thing
I cannot see
is you.