A poem

The water grows colder around my body 

Those old days

 Way back in September

A near and far dream

I swim for hours every night

If only to see a glimpse 

A waste we made 

Time lost deep in the trenches

Towering over me 

Going further as I lose senses

It’s useless

Nothing can come back from there

The memories remain rootless

But they are there non the less

Waiting to never be found

Like the most precious gold

Waiting until it’s unfold 

An eternity