mirage
Tried to change it.
She didn’t notice.
Tried to explain.
She didn’t understand.
If she could only step inside my mind, she’d see.
She’d know.
She’d understand.
But, alas, here we are.
Missing.
Missing the point.
Missing the past.
Missing what could have been.
Missing what never really was.
Now every time we touch, it’s like hugging a ghost.
A shadow.
A figment of my imagination.
Something that once was there, but never really was.
Over before it began.
Memories of a past that never happened.
Dreams of a future that mimics an alternate reality where things really are what they are and not what they’re meant to be.








